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 