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