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