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