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