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 dont you know Ive been dressed to kill
If you got the tools be careful what you build
When the arrows in the bulls-eye every time
Its hard assuming that the archers 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
Theres 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
Im going down
You and me together going down
Its not what Id 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