So full of liquid restlessness
My mind's all gone, I'm such a mess
There's not that long to wait, I guess
Still much too long, too long, oh yes...
  Will it ever be November?

Time slows down, it barely crawls
It doesn't seem to move at all
Tomorrow's like the smoothest wall
try climbing up, you're sure to fall
Will it ever be November?

  And my eyes are drawn towards that empty space
   On that dusty, broken, wooden old bookcase
  I've kept it free, so there will be a place
    For _Carpe Jugulum_, but there are still too many days...
   ...until November