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