Текст: Twinemen. Live Cambridge, MA 10/23/03. 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.

You're the 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.

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 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.