Oh my November
You're running through the fog, through the trees through the bog
Oh do you remember?
I wrote you a song as we were running along into the night
Oh can you hear the wind blow?
As we're walking one by one, t'wards the new rising sun
Oh I need to know
If all these monsters under my bed are really thoughts inside my head
Oh I won't surrender
I don't want to eat your meals, I'm not going to swallow your pills
Oh I'm an ocean of ink
When I'm quiet as a mouse to hear the creaks in your house