Quicksand (Live at The Curragower Bar)

I need a riptide flow and on your command

I need a golden page and a poets hand

I need a cold wind blowing on a summer's day

I need love to lose and find love to stay

But walking's turning into quicksand

I have problems and so do you

Walking's turning into quicksand

And I just might make it through

I've gone the wrong way round the bend

Is there someone to pull me from the quicksand

I've gone the wrong way round the bend

Is there someone to pull me from the quicksand

If clouds were to fall down from the sky

Staring in wonder I'd lose an eye

While waiting in line for my luck to turn

Put my hand down here and wait for my skin to burn

But walking's turning into quicksand

I got problems and so have you

Walking's turning into quicksand

And I just might make it through

I've gone the wrong way round the bend

Is there someone to pull me from the quicksand

I've gone the wrong way round the bend

Is there someone to pull me from the quicksand

I've gone the wrong way round the bend

Is there someone to pull me from the quicksand

I've gone the wrong way round the bend

Is there someone to pull me from the quicksand

I've gone the wrong way round the bend

Is there someone to pull me from the quicksand

I've gone the wrong way round the bend

Is there someone to pull me from the quicksand