You're the night, Lilah. A little girl lost in the woods
You're a folk tale, the unexplainable
You're a bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed
I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own
I can make it on my own
It's too dark to see the landmarks. I don't want your good luck charms
I hope you're waiting for me across your carpet of stars
You're the night, Lilah. You're everything that we can't see
Lilah, you're the possibility
You're the bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed
And I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own
I can make it on my own
Unknown the unlit world of old. You're the sounds I never heard before
Off the map where the wild things grow. Another world outside my door
Here I stand I'm all alone. Drive me down the pitch black road
Lilah you're my only home and I can't make it on my own
You're a bedtime story. The one that keeps the curtains closed
And I hope you're waiting for me cause I can make it on my own
I can make it on my own
You're the paint can falling off the wall at the door that slams at the end of the hall where the kid rings sounds of basketball. The battle of the earth of the angels. The shifting snow drifts so realistic, so realistic - call you carpet of stars. See there is something in the yard. It's awful dark. With the painted strings, the cross, the good luck charm, the prayer, the extra layer. The group ???...