I'm the obsessor
Holding your hand
You seem to 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 upsetter
Stroking my hand
But 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, run free, oh
You, I can't 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

oh, oh, oh
O-oh, o-oh, o-oh, o-oh

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