She keeps it simple and I am thankful for her kind of loving
Cause it's simple
No longer do we wonder
If we're together, we're way past that
And I've already asked her
So in January, we're getting married

She's talking to me with her
Voice down so low I barely hear her
But I know what she's saying,
I understand because my heart and hers are the same.
And in January, we're getting married

And I was sick with heartache
And she was sick like Audrey Hepburn
When I met her
But we would both surrender.
True love is not the kind of thing you
Should turn down.
Don't ever turn it down.

I hope that I don't sound too
Insane when I say there is darkness
All around us.
I don't feel weak but I do
Need sometimes for her to protect me,
And reconnect me
To the beauty that I'm missing.
And in January, we're getting married

No longer does it matter
What circumstances we were born in.
She knows which birds are singing
And the names of the trees where they're performing
In the morning
And in January, we're getting married
Come January, let's get married