Quicksand Songtext
von Burnside Project

Neck deep in heavy summer
It′s not your concern
Talk cheap on a second number
Moving away, return
Oh, and if they find me there
Dead drunk asleep on the stairs
Oh, in the morning, take the artillery
'Cause we′re past the time of repair, oh


Jet black, shut down
Back where you started from
I know it's over
When I hear the engine hum
Please, you're incensed
Where are you going at this hour?
You won′t get very far
Take a look where you stand

Close-eyed
Losing time is all we are
I believe it true, you′ll believe it too
Someone says we've come too far
No one′s saving me, no one's saving you
Losing time is all we are

I believe it true, you′ll believe it too
Someone says we've come too far
No one′s saving me, no one's saving you