The Night
Morphine

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 luckcharms.
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 curtainsclosed.
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 heardbefore.
Off the map where the wild things grow. Another world outside mydoor.
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 slamsat the end of the hall where the kid rings sounds of basketball.
The battle of the earth of the angels. The shifting snow driftsso realistic, so realistic - call you carpet of stars. See thereis something in the yard. It's awful dark. With the paintedstrings, the cross, the good luck charm, the prayer, the extralayer. The group ???...