I’m the obsessor
Holding 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

Oooh oooh
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