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