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