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 how clearly I do not fit
In the place that you've been making
Now since I re-awakened to some memory

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

Ah, so come

Ah, come
Come into 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
Well, I think of it
I think that we should quit
Ah, I don't fit in there at all