Oh, breathe of nothing more.
January, your violin.
Wicked intentions,
Starlit reflections,
January, my moon.
Oh, breathe of nothing more.
January, your violin.
The weight of night is heavy,
The song of night is steady,
January, you feel cold.
Oh, breathe of nothing more,
January, and her violin.
Streaking ink,
Struggle to think,
January, your violin.




































