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
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
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Victor Burdon, John Sterling, Don Evans
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