| Song | Santa Fe |
| Artist | Ottmar Liebert |
| Album | Guitar Music for Small Rooms 2 |
| 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 |
| 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 tophat 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 |