White Nights - Psychic TV

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