He spoke my language in this foreign land

Familiar secrets shared in a sinful bed

Imagination flowing through his ancient hands

He painted just my fantasy in red, bright red

I call him Santa Fe'

Someone to dance with on a rainy day

He will bring me all the empty reasons to be

Sure of what I'm only not so sure about

So can he just be my illusion

That I created with confusion?

He wears a tall top-hat filled

with secrets of our souls

He'll pull them out as he pulls you

in through the secret hole

I call him Santa Fe'

Someone to bleed with on this lovely day

He will bring me all the empty reasons to be

Sure of what I'm only not so sure about

Will he take this grand delusion

Add his love to make his own conclusion?

True or false can you feel his pulse?

The warmth he carries really varies

With the name of the game

He will bring me all the empty reasons to be

Sore of what I'm only nt so sure about

In the end it leads to sudden madness when he

Takes these reasons breaths some sanity into them

So can he just be my illusion

I created with confusion

Will he take this grand delusion

Add his love to make his own conclusion