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   And 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 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 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      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 [Incomprehensible]