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