I'm the obsessor Holding your hand 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 rent free oh Oh, and 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 dirt
