The night began on the day of a night
The scary widow began to give sight
I saw how he looked
As if he was four
Or maybe he was seventy-four
What will happen if he screams
Will he be a man that redeems?

The night began on the day of a night
The scary widow began to give sight
I saw the look on his face
As if he’d just come back from space
How old did he look?
Oh, it was a shadow of my foot
Not a widow
Not a fiddle
Just a shadow of my foot.