You're the night, Lilah, a little girl lost in the a folk tale, the unexplainable
You're a 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
It's too to see the landmarks, I don't want your good luck charms I you're waiting for me across your carpet of stars
You're the night, Lilah, everything that we can see Lilah, you're the
the bedtime 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
Unknown the unlit world of old, the sounds I never heard before Off the map where the wild things grow, another world outside my
Here I stand I'm all alone, drive me down the black road Lilah, you're my only and I can't make it on my own
You're the bedtime story, the one that the curtains closed And I hope you're waiting for me, 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 of the earth of the angels, the shifting snow drifts so realistic So realistic, call you carpet of stars, see is something in the yard It's awful dark with the strings, the cross, the good luck charm The prayer, the layer, the group [Incomprehensible]