Psychic TV - White Nights lyrics

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