Spend the days throwing rocks at the nearby beacon light And the nights afraid of the dark hiding inside Draw the curtains and close your eyes It's the dead of night It's pitch black outside "I'm quietly reading A story of a widow's lonely life." Spend the days throwing rocks at the nearby beacon light And the nights afraid of the dark hiding inside Draw the curtains and close your eyes It's the dead of night It's pitch black outside "I'm quietly reading A story of a widow's lonely life." How do you sleep at night? How do you sleep at night? The author is dead The widow is dead