Intro
*(Church bells reverb, drifting falsetto ad-libs, sparkling chimes, French-accented whispers:)*
Ooh, le ciel est blanc, (ahhh…)
carillon far away, sleigh bells thread the hush,
breath like paper smoke, soft chimes sketch the rush.

Verse 1
I’m ghosting like midnight—shadows in the metro,
Lights flicker visions, your silhouette retro,
Glitter on your lashes, that’s Paris in my window,
You pull me to the rhythm, not a chance to tiptoe.
Crimson on your cheeks, velvet air in my lungs, (petite)
streetlight halo, bassline hums, our quiet’s just begun.

Pre-Chorus
Eyes wide as the snow falls,
I see you in the frost—
Mirage in the vapor,
I’m lost in the gloss.

Chorus
You got me moving like a mistletoe,
Yeah, spinning round, never slow,
pull me closer, don’t let go,ooh, under sodium halo. Open my eyes—you're covered in snow,
You got me moving like a mistletoe,
let the snowfall move, , You got me moving like a mistletoe ,You got me moving like a mistletoe, spinning, spinning, never slow — pull me close, never let go !!

Post-Chorus
*(Wordless falsettos, carillon echoes, synths swell, breathy voicing:)*
Ayy, mon cœur danse,
On s’embrasse sous les lampes,
No sleep in the city,
Midnight’s a chance. (ahhh… oui)Ooh, Santa, it’s time—
Ooh, Santa, it’s time—
Yeah, it’s Christmas time.

Instrumental Drop
*(Future-funk 80s arps bloom; drum machine bounces; bass guitar slaps; Japanese flute answers in the gaps; shimmering strings soar; tubular bells & carillon glitter; synth brass lifts — breathy ad-libs weave.)*
(la-la—ooh—ahh)

Verse 2
Neon like confession, your coat smells like coffee,
We ride the carriage like a secret, close and softly,
Guitar-bass heartbeat, drum-machine footprints steady,
You hum my name in two accents, my pulse keeps ready.
Snowflakes like vinyl, scratch a dotted vinyl line,
We dance between the stations, count the city time.

Pre-Chorus 2
Cold frames all our laughter,
Your glove holds my hand—
Steam paints tiny halos,
We drift above the plan.

Breakdown
*(Percussion tightens, strings take a minor turn, dramatic hush; French whisper/English echo—breathy spoken half-words.)*
Mon ange, just stay —
(the world folds, we don’t say)
Midnight is generous, it gives us one more taste,
Hold me under streetlight rain, let the rest go to waste.
Sleigh bells kick—carillon rings—bass walks slow, synths glow.

Chorus
You got me moving like a mistletoe,
Yeah, spinning round, never slow,
pull me closer, don’t let go,ooh, under sodium halo. Open my eyes—you're covered in snow,
You got me moving like a mistletoe,
let the snowfall move, , You got me moving like a mistletoe ,You got me moving like a mistletoe, spinning, spinning, never slow — pull me close, never let go !!
Post-Chorus
*(Wordless falsettos, carillon echoes, synths swell, breathy voicing:)*
Ayy, mon cœur danse,
On s’embrasse sous les lampes,
No sleep in the city,
Midnight’s a chance. (ahhh… oui)Ooh, Santa, it’s time—
Ooh, Santa, it’s time—
Yeah, it’s Christmas time!
Bridge
*(Dramatic orchestral in a minor key — strings swell, low brass sighs; Japanese flute threads a whisper; falsetto peaks; French & English overlap.)*
Le monde se tait, the streetlight sighs,
We stitch silver letters in the sky,
Violins tremble like a secret confessed,
But when you draw me closer, the cold’s dispossessed.
Speak slow — say mon nom in the hush of the train,
Say my name in the city, like a promise, like rain.

Post-Bridge (breathy)
Ooh—oh—le cœur, ooh—oh—my heart,
Sleigh bells mark the steps as we don’t want to part.Final Chorus — Climactic, long
You got me moving like a mistletoe,
Yeah, spinning round, never slow,
pull me closer, don’t let go,ooh, under sodium halo. Open my eyes—you're covered in snow,
You got me moving like a mistletoe,
let the snowfall move, , You got me moving like a mistletoe ,You got me moving like a mistletoe, spinning, spinning, never slow — pull me close, never let go !!Post-Chorus
*(Wordless falsettos, carillon echoes, synths swell, breathy voicing:)*
Ayy, mon cœur danse,
On s’embrasse sous les lampes,
No sleep in the city,
Midnight’s a chance. (ahhh… oui)Ooh, Santa, it’s time—
Ooh, Santa, it’s time—
Yeah, it’s Christmas time
Outro
*(Strings shimmer down, Japanese flute lingers, soft carillon fades; whispering French and English blend into the night.)*
Ayy, mon cœur danse — reste près — under the lamps, under neon prayers,
City hum, powdered air, we melt the cold with small electric flares.
Bonne nuit, bonne nuit — a last breath, a last chime,
Paper snow on the platform — it’s midnight, it’s ours, it’s Christmas time.
Instrumental Drop
*(Future-funk 80s arps bloom; drum machine bounces; bass guitar slaps; Japanese flute answers in the gaps; shimmering strings soar; tubular bells & carillon glitter; synth brass lifts — breathy ad-libs weave.)*
(la-la—ooh—ahh)