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

Writer : BURAAS, ROBERT / HOEYEM, SIVERT / JACOBSEN, FRODE
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.