You're the night, Lilah, a girl lost in the woods You're a folk tale, the
You're a story, the one that keeps the curtains closed And I hope you're waiting for me, 'cause I can it on my own I can it on my own
It's too dark to see the landmarks, I don't want good luck charms I you're waiting for me across your carpet of stars
You're the night, Lilah, you're everything we can see Lilah, the possibility
You're the bedtime story, the one that keeps the closed And I you're waiting for me, 'cause I can make it on my own I can it on my own
Unknown the unlit world of old, you're the sounds I heard before Off the map where the wild grow, another world outside my door
Here I stand I'm all alone, drive me down the black road Lilah, you're my home and I can't make it on my own
the bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains closed And I hope waiting for me, 'cause I can make it on my own I can it on my own
You're the paint can falling off the wall at the that slams At the end of the hall the kid rings sounds of basketball The battle of the earth of the angels, the snow drifts so realistic So realistic, you carpet of stars, see there is something in the yard It's awful dark with the painted strings, the cross, the good charm The prayer, the extra layer, the group