Anthea Feaver

Lyrics

It’s January in your garden
And the spray from the sea keeps your heart intact
While I’m buried beneath your pillow
Waiting for springtime to weave her willow

You'd take me for a walk down the streets you grew up
On Davie you would talk about being so goddamn tough

It was that very first December
The shape of the kitchen is all I remember
How you would bear me to your apartment
Stop at the store for a reason to start with

You’d kiss me just to see if it made you feel young
Then list the ways our being together was not so wrong

I would’ve married you that summer
Hiding your messages from my mother
Under the cherry blossom cover
I could believe we were made for each other

You’d lose your nerve and tell me it’s time to go home
I’d reassure compellingly frightened to be alone

When the fairytale is over
It’s not quite so romantic, the way he controlled her
Now you’re carrying a baby
I’m burning all of the letters you gave me

You take him for a walk down the streets you grew up
In English Bay you stop for a minute and catch the sun

It’s January
It’s January