Teardrops down on Santa Fe, under the willow tree, under the willow tree
Will it ever be the way, the way it used to be, the way it used to be?
Nobody with the bullets got the same sensitivity
I don’t want to need you, I don’t want that
Growing the cold, come and
want to you, seen you
leave, no, to go speak,
Don’t tell had enough, it
Yes, we’ve seen look on your hate the look your face
down on Santa Fe, under the tree, under willow tree
the way, it to be, to be?
to something that’s chemistry
need I want that
you choose to take remedy
don’t want to you
no, I have to speak, I know
tell I down to
we’ve seen I hate the look on your the look
Teardrops down Fe, tree, under the willow
Will ever be the way, the way used to be, the