The Coldest Night Of The Year

I was up all night socializing

Trying to keep the latent depression from crystalizing

Now the sun is lurking just behind the Scarborough horizon

And you're not even here

On the coldest night of the year

I took in Yonge Street at a glance

Heard the punkers playing, watched the bikers dance

Everybody wishing they could go to the south of France

And you're not even here

On the coldest night of the year

Hey look at me now

See the shape I'm in

It's taken me so long to catch on to what's going on

Inside this skin

When two lovers really love there's nothing there

But this suddenly compact universe

Of skin and breath and hair

I watched the all night TV show in the all night bar

I drove all the people home, I was the one with the car

Now I'm sitting here alone and sleepless

And wondering where you are

And wishing you were here

On the coldest night of the year

Now I'm sitting here alone and sleepless

And wondering where you are

And wishing you were here

On the coldest night of the year