The Night

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.

Morphine