January by Emma Heeney Lyrics

Something that I couldn't touch
A light that showed up far too much
And I'm flooded with a memory
A heatwave in our small city

January brings the sun
Remember how we hate that month
We'd shelter in the City Vue
January takes me back to you

You're probably inside our home
With the doors shut and the TV on
And I'm hanging out in seedy bars
To strip my mind of who you are

January brings the sun
Remember how we hate that month
We'd drink until we couldn't move
January takes me back to you

So I have our pub from Friday noon
And avoid the streets where I might see you
And I think too hard about who it is
Sleeping in our bed on your sister's sheets
January brings the sun
Remember how we hate that month
I wonder if the garden grew
January takes me back to you