You're the night, Lilah, a little girl lost in the a folk tale, the unexplainable
You're a bedtime story, the one that the curtains closed And I hope waiting for me, 'cause I can make it on my own I can it on my own
It's too dark to see the landmarks, I don't want your good luck I hope you're waiting for me across carpet of stars
You're the night, Lilah, you're everything we can see Lilah, you're the
You're the story, the one that keeps the curtains closed And I hope you're waiting for me, 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 things grow, another world my door
I stand I'm all alone, drive me down the pitch black road Lilah, you're my only and I can't make it on my own
You're the bedtime story, the one that keeps the curtains And I you're 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 at the door that slams At the end of the where the kid rings sounds of basketball The battle of the of the angels, the shifting snow drifts so realistic So realistic, call you carpet of stars, see there is something in the It's awful dark with the painted strings, the cross, the luck charm The prayer, the layer, the group [Incomprehensible]