Lyrics Quicksand - Heather Woods Broderick

Quicksand

There’s a picture that you made
Hanging where it’s cold and raining
If I could choose a tool, a spade
Quicksand, a house, dirty floor, no maid
It’s been a few years
We should have something to say
In memory nothing but a pin did drop
We should have something to save
But your head was buried in the sand
Our feet dug deep in
One at the lake, one at the bay
While in the sun we lay
Memories, like bones, are bleached away
There’s a picture that you made
Hanging where it’s cold and raining
If I could choose a tool, a spade
Quicksand, a house, dirty floor, no maid
Looked up toward the caves
I saw a gull, it stayed
With broken wings
Fevered and dreaming of flying away
I thought about you, your false pride, of love and shame…
There’s a picture that you made
Hanging where it’s cold and raining
If I could choose a tool, a spade
Quicksand, a house, dirty floor, no maid