White Nights

You know how much I love you
I give you all my life
No one may take my life from me
I lay my life down
The point is on this plane
Take the potion like we used to take
An ocean breeze
No, there’s no plane
There’s no plane
We can’t catch the plane
In time, I simply put my lot with you
The plane will come out of the air
There’s no way you can fly
I will take your call
I’m part of you
Santa Claus is checking his list
Going over it twice, seeing
Who is naughty and who is nice
The sins of man
The sins of man
We win
We win when we go down
Born out of season, in due time
We give them our dead children
Our children
Our children are sublime
It’s so simple, no convulsions
It’s so simple, you don’t know what you’ve done
You don’t know what you’ve done
Santa Claus is checking his list
Going over it twice
Seeing who’s naughty and who is nice
The night brings the moon
It’s much more difficult
That’s nothing, like stepping on another
Plane you have to step across
This world, this world
It’s not our home
Stepping over to another plane
The next plane, free at last
Santa Claus is checking his list
Going over it twice, seeing
Who is naughty and who is nice
Santa Claus is checking his list
Going over it twice, seeing
Who is naughty and who is nice