All of the colors ran out 'Round mid-November-o We was a-scuttle about Do you remember-o 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 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-o We was a-scuttle about Do your remember-o Something about you You and oblivion Something about you You and oblivion You and oblivion You and oblivion