Catie Curtis

Words and music by Mark Sandman

Youre the night, Lila
A little girl lost in a storm
Youre a folk tale,
the unexplainable

Youre a bedtime story
The one who keeps the curtains closed
I hope youre waiting for me
Cause I cant make it on my own
I cant make it on my own

Its too dark to see the landmarks
And I dont want your goodluck charms
I hope youre waiting for me
across your carpet of stars

Youre the night Lila
Youre everything we cant  see
Lila
Youre the possibility

Youre a bedtime story
The one who keeps the curtains closed
I hope youre waiting for me
Cause I cant make it on my own
I cant make it on my own

Unknown in an unlit  world of old
Youre the song I never heard before
Off the map where the wild things grow
Another world outside my door
And here I stand all alone
And driving down a pitchblack road
I cant make it
On my own

Youre a bedtime story
The one who keeps the curtains closed
I hope youre waiting for me
Cause I cant make it on my own
I cant make it on my own