You and Oblivion

All of the colors ran out round mid-November, oh

We was a-scuttle about, do you remember, oh?

You left your radio on with berries all over it

When all the music was gone, you were in mauve a bit

Something about you, you and oblivion

Something about you, you and oblivion

You held on tight to the rails, I held the other one

Seeking your personal grail, just like your mother's one

Gliding past hedges and clocks, off to infinity

I can remember your locks and your virginity

Something about you, you and oblivion

Something about you, you and oblivion

Sitting alone by the tombs, under the obelisk

Mixing up powders with brooms, you shoulda got a whisk

This is the month of the dead, leaves on your ouija board

Carry them round in your head, they've got free room and board, yeah

Right when the death train got your ma

Right when the death train got my pa

Let's slip your hand on the platform

Said I must be going, yeah

See you, see you

All of the colors ran out 'round mid-November, oh

We was a-scuttle about, do you remember, oh?

Something about you, you and oblivion

Something about you, you and oblivion

You and oblivion

You and oblivion