Quicksand
(Dave Faulkner)
Quicksand
Hold on ‘til I reach you
Hang in – I’m running to free you
All alone in the wilderness
Craving for a sweet caress
Love appears in a cool mirage
A fatal trap under camouflage
It’s like quicksand
They all tried to warn you
Old ways are too easy to fall into
You broke away from my caravan
You didn’t trust the camel man
You wanted space so you took it all
Now who’s around here to see you fall
Into quicksand
I ain’t trying to blame you
Call me – now don’t be ashamed to
I’m alone in the dead of night
Dreaming of Turkish delight
An empty bed is a barren land
It drinks the tears up like burning sand
I only pray that I ain’t too late
There’s something left to extricate
Just relax, don’t give in to fear
If you struggle you will disappear
Under quicksand
Hold on ‘til I reach you
Hang in – I’m running to free you
Quicksand
I’m searching for traces
Come home to my cool oasis
It’s like quicksand…
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