I need a riptide flowing on your command
I need a golden page and a poet's hand
I need a cold wind blowing on a summer's days
I need love to lose if I have love to stay
My world keeps turning into quicksand
I've got problems and so have you
My world keeps turning into quicksand
And I just might make it through
I've gone the wrong way around the bend, is there someone to pull me from the quicksand?
If the clouds were to fall down from the sky,
Staring in wonder, I'd lose an eye
While waiting in line for my luck to turn
I put my hand down here and wait for my skin to burn
My world keeps turning into quicksand
I've got problems and so have you
My world keeps turning into quicksand
And I just might make it through
I've gone the wrong way around the bend, is there someone to pull me from the quicksand?
I've gone the wrong way around the bend, is there someone to pull me from the quicksand?