[Intro ] Keep the lights low, hide the lies well. Santa knows our little sins… but he won’t tell. [Verse 1] You kiss me by the tree in fairy lights, say I’m your only one on winter nights. But your phone face down by the wine-red glass looks like there’s a storyline I never ask. I laugh and say, „You’re all I’ll ever need,“ while clearing out my own late-night feed. We hang our halos where the tinsel fell, we look like heaven, but we smell like hell. [Pre-Chorus] Sugar on our tongues, poison on our breath, wrapped up in a bow, dancing with our mess. Snow is falling soft on everything we’ve done, and only one old man sees every single one. [Chorus] Santa knows, but he won’t tell, Merry Christmas, see you in hell. Candy canes and secrets kept, all the things we do and never regret. Santa keeps our secrets safe, under snow and baby Jesus’ face. Santa knows, but he won’t tell, Merry Christmas, see you in hell. [Verse 2] You say you’re working late on Christmas Eve, I pour a drink and say I still believe. But your car lit up on Lover’s Lane, GPS writes poems ‘bout your shame. And I’ve been calling „friends“ at 2 a.m., in that red dress you said was „too much then.“ We trade our guilt like cheap champagne, toast to „us“ and drink away the stain. [Pre-Chorus 2] Honey, we’re a nativity in fake, plastic saints in a snow globe shake. Angel on the tree, devil in the bed, „silent night“ inside our heads. [Chorus] Santa knows, but he won’t tell, Merry Christmas, see you in hell. Candy canes and secrets kept, all the things we do and never regret. Santa keeps our secrets safe, under snow and baby Jesus’ face. Santa knows, but he won’t tell, Merry Christmas, see you in hell. [Bridge] „Dear Santa, I’ve been good this year,“ scribbled on a napkin, lipstick near. „Dear Santa, I’ve been worse than that,“ signed with a shaky heart under a party hat. He just shakes his head and rings his bells, books our seats in matching, quiet spells. We’re laughing in the choir while the angels yell, but he just ho-ho-ho’s and guards our private hell. I lied to you on New Year’s Eve, you saw straight through and chose to breathe. You cursed my name, then held me tight, we both play dumb to sleep at night. Snow so white on dirt so deep, we sell our souls and call it „keep.“ [Breakdown] Ho-ho-hold your tongue, don’t break the spell, Santa knows, but he won’t tell. Ho-ho-holy, we’re not well, laughing as we slide to hell. [Final Chorus ] Santa knows, but he won’t tell, Merry Christmas, see you in hell. Hand in hand in our red and gold, two black hearts in the winter cold. Santa keeps our secrets tight, under layers of „We’re all right.“ Santa knows, but he won’t tell, so we toast „To us“ as the church bells swell. [Outro] Lights out, lies kept. Santa saw… and Santa slept. Merry Christmas.
