Santa Fe 歌词

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