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