Quicksand

I'm the obsessor, holdin' your hand

It seems you have forgotten about your man

Alone in the darkness, my bed's a different land

Your touch intensifies and I'm in the quicksand

I'm in the quicksand

I'm in the quicksand

You're the upsettor, stroking my hand

What's my position, I don't understand

Am I your possession, am I in demand?

Oh, when you turn to me, I'm in the quicksand

I'm in the quicksand

I'm in the quicksand

You, you moved into my mind again, oh

You walking around and free, oh

Oh, I could let you stay

But I'm walking on broken ground again

Oh, oh, when will I learn

All you do is push me back in the dark?

I'm in the quicksand

I'm in the quicksand

I'm in the quicksand

I'm in the quicksand

I'm in the quicksand