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 making
Now I sense my scream awaking
To some memory
Come to think of it
I think that we should quit
Oh I don't fit in there at all
Oh so come
Oh come
Come into my window
We're twisted by the scruff
In the sun
It's not really all that bad
But the chances you've been taking
And that rattle you've been shaking
With that moon on the?
Well I think of it
I think that we should quit
Oh I don't fit in there at all