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The Night

de 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
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, 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 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, drive me down the pitch black road
Lilah, you're my only home and I can't make it on my own

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

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

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