my quicksand

i put my life on hold and took you home

good sense shot down i placed you on a throne

where was the wheel that kept me on the road

the force of nature preventing overload

so don't you know i've been dressed to kill

if you got the tools be careful what you build

when the arrow's in the bull's-eye every time

it's hard assuming that the archer's blind

my quicksand

let me introduce you

to my final stand

i went to paris once

i thought i had a plan

i woke up with an accent

i wound up in quicksand

my quicksand

i was full of foreign notions at the start

there was never once

when i was off my guard

for any ghost of every poet in the ground

there's one like me

to buy the guys a round

my quicksand

let me introduce you

to my final stand

i went to paris once

i thought i had a plan

i woke up with an accent

i wound up in quicksand

my quicksand

i'm going down

you and me together going down

it's not what i'd been told about this town

that when you least expect if you can drown

in quicksand

my quicksand

my quicksand

let me introduce you

to my final stand

i went to paris once

i thought i had a plan

i woke up with an accent

i wound up in quicksand

my quicksand

my quicksand