The darkness took my shadow It came into my room Like a thief in charcoal velvet Entombed My eyes, they darted swiftly Searching for the light The moon was even missing That night And I listened, on Sunday The preacher warned us of its burning touch It's hollow, and growing My skin is white, and shrinking The darkness is an insect Worming through its host A compost pile of wishes And bones I found myself as nothing, (oh) Wipe a window In nothing, there is nothing I mean