So come out of my shadow
Where your shadow
Falls upon me

Come, back from your suicide
With that face that you hide
That only I can see

See I clearly do not fit
In the plans that you've been makin'
Now the sense must reawaken to some memories
Come and think of it
I think that we should quit
Oh I don't fit in there at all
So come

Oh come
Come to my window
Where twisted by the in the sun
It's not really all that bad
But the chances you've been takin'
And that rattle you've been shakin'
With that moon on the run, oh

Well I think of it
I think that we should quit
Oh I don't fit in there at all