Must have been the right month 
Must have been a good time 
Must have counted every cloud in the sky that night 
Every single glass of wine 
 
Must have learned some home truths 
Sitting in that cool grass 
Must have counted every blade in that emerald field 
Every shooting star that passed 
 
Should have had a talk with God 
Sitting in the great unknown 
Watching all the lovers in the world get together 
Sitting in Heaven all alone 
 
And we were love's knot after summer 
Tied together in the dead of winter  
Wrapped up with spring fever in the air 
Bound together in the autumn 
Every month means a little something 
But January is the month that cares 
 
Must have kissed you 'till I hurt you 
Must have been a wild night 
Must have rolled in the ashes at the break of day 
Rag dolls in the morning light 
 
Must have found a secret place 
Hiding in our own world 
Must have counted every smile on your sweet, sweet lips 
Every single sound we heard