Miss January Jones

Miss January Jones

How can they get close to you?

Tell me how, if walls are up

And bills are due, oh no

I cannot get close to you

I might need that but my walls are up they’re bleeding blue, so

Quickly I can feel

Icy wind, my eyes are blue, my hopes are high as you

Miss January Jones, hey

And why are you so cold?

How are you, gonna get through?

Finally fall in to what you need

Miss January Jones

It’s obvious to me

It goes away from me

It slides under ice and under sheets

Between the sheets you’ll feel

When you get that chill

And then you’ll be gone as quick as you came like the frost on the window

See me? I go where the wind blows my fears

No I cannot get close to you

I might need that but my walls are up and bills are due