the smell of january makes me think of

this time last year when we were still so in love



the same flowers are growing

in the same place

at the same time

in the same way

as last year

last year, when you were mine



my old calendar is marked on this day

the special day that I have now put to hate



the same flowers are growing

in the same place

at the same time

in the same way

as last year

last year, when you were mine



if we had never met, then I would never know

this empty longing for a time so long ago

I'm glad you're gone but sometimes I don't think it's fair

that this time every year my mind will be somewhere away



I go down all the streets that we once walked on

thinking of things I haven't thought for so long



the same flowers are growing

in the same place

at the same time

in the same way

as last year

last year, when you were mine