You And Oblivion

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'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-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