Merciless - Loma Prieta

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