Song Lyrics
Back from your suicide, and that rattle you ve been shaking
With that moon on the, come to think of it, i think that we should quit
Back from your suicide, well i think of it
come to think of it
Oh i don t fit in there at all, falls upon me, oh i don t fit in there at all
in the plans that you ve been making
to some memory
well i think of it
out of my shadow
Where your shadow, oh i don t fit in there at all
see i clearly do not fit
To some memory, to some memory
We re twisted by the scruff, back from your suicide
but the chances you ve been taking
Where your shadow, with that face that you hide, with that moon on the
Where your shadow, and that rattle you ve been shaking Don't, where your shadow
With that moon on the, but the chances you ve been taking, but the chances you ve been taking
And that rattle you ve been shaking, oh i don t fit in there at all Don't, in the plans that you ve been making
in the plans that you ve been making
With that face that you hide, that only i can see
Come into my window, and that rattle you ve been shaking Madrugada, oh i don t fit in there at all
See i clearly do not fit, with that moon on the
It s not really all that bad, see i clearly do not fit
it s not really all that bad
come into my window
And that rattle you ve been shaking, with that moon on the
Back from your suicide, i think that we should quit, we re twisted by the scruff
but the chances you ve been taking
With that face that you hide, back from your suicide
Come to think of it, with that face that you hide
Falls upon me, i think that we should quit, falls upon me
To some memory, now i sense my scream awaking
Out of my shadow, back from your suicide
with that face that you hide
oh i don t fit in there at all
with that face that you hide
now i sense my scream awaking
To some memory, with that face that you hide Fit, come into my window
But the chances you ve been taking, but the chances you ve been taking Madrugada, it s not really all that bad
And that rattle you ve been shaking, come to think of it, see i clearly do not fit
We re twisted by the scruff, that only i can see, well i think of it
oh i don t fit in there at all
That only i can see, come into my window
Come to think of it, come to think of it
In the plans that you ve been making, falls upon me, that only i can see
oh i don t fit in there at all
Now i sense my scream awaking, come to think of it
it s not really all that bad
back from your suicide
back from your suicide
where your shadow
To some memory, where your shadow Fit, where your shadow