The Night

You're the night, Lilah A little girl lost in the woods You're a folktale, 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't make it on my own I can't make it on my own It's too dark to see the landmarks And 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't make it on my own I can't 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 Driving 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't make it on my own I can't 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