Letras
So come
Out of my shadow
Where your shadow
Falls upon me
Come
Back from your suicide
With that face that you're hiding
That only I can see
See how clearly I do not fit
In the plans that you've been making
Not since my spree awakened to some memory
Come to think of it
I think that we should quit
No, I don't fit in there at all
Oh, so come
Oh, come
Come into my window
Where we're twisted by the scruff
In the sonnet
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 run
Well, I think of it
I think that we should quit
Oh, I don't fit in there at all