You’re the night, Lyla
a little girl lost in the wouds
you’re a folk tale
the inexplicable
you’re a bed time story
the one that keeps the curtains closed
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 to dark to see the landmarks
and I don’t want your good luck charm
I hope you’re waiting for me across your carpet of stars
you’re the night, Lyla
you’re everything that we can’t see 
Lyla, you’re the possibility 
you’re a bedstime story
the one that keeps the curtains closed
I hope you’re waiting for me
cause I can’t make it on my own
I can’t make I on my own

Unknown to the unled (?) world
Of all the sound that I never heard before 
Of 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

Lyla, 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
I hope you’re waiting for me
cause I can’t make it on my own 
I can’t make it on my own