You woke up in a strange mood

In a room with a thousand candles around

A taste of cinnamon bread in your mouth

And trees and stars and angels and love

You should have known all along,

That ride's not good on your own

Alone

Last time I gave you my heart,

But the very next day, you were off with a sleigh

Wake me up before you go, go, go

Tonight we're heading off to the pole

You should have known all along

That ride's not good on your own.

You had frost bitten feet when you got home

Home, home, home.