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 Fé 

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 Fé 

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 

Sure of what I'm only nt so sure about 

In the end it leads to sudden madness when he 

Takes these reasons breathes 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 



He will paint his own conclusion 

In red 

With Me 

In bed 

Does he really love me? 

I'll see what I wanna see 

And I'll never be free