I dream away December

'Cause it gets dark around five

And the streets, they never stop talking

Have you heard? Supposed to snow tonight

Wind whipping down Dundas, ain't no room on the 505

I was headed home, off in my little zone, when we caught each other's eye

Such style and grace stopped me where I was

Waited, but you didn't even look back once

I pleaded with the city to see you again

On an eye contact high

Right there, in the street

On an eye contact high

I

I can barely breathe

Saw a blue-and-red beer sign

So I gave in to get out of the cold

'Cause life calls for a double

When you're awash in the afterglow

Happy hour, had the window

Snow was sticking to the glass

I was spaced out, thinking about where you were tonight

When I swear I saw you walk past

I careened around the corner, saw the 505

Looking for you, baby, but blinded by the light

The night was numbing, ain't no one left

Just me, the city, and a cigarette

On an eye contact high

Right there, in the street

On an eye contact high

I

I can barely breathe

On an eye contact high

Right there, in the street

On an eye contact high

I

I can barely breathe