Lyrics Quicksand - The Weeks

Quicksand

I know I’m supposed to talk about
The things I said just when I stormed out
But honestly I don’t remember much
My eyes were tired, my mouth was drunk
And all the windows are painted shut
I gotta get out, I gotta get out
To Hell with lies, we’ve lied too much
I gotta get out, I gotta get out
«Quicksand,» she said
«Let me run and get a rope.»
«Well, hold still,» she screamed
«If you panic it could take us both.»
«Quicksand,» she said
«Well, it’s best to pretend to float»
Oh, well you move too fast
And quicksand’s too slow
Rmember to chew, thn spit me out
I hope my name tastes bad in your mouth
Pushed his hair down in his face
A fake last name in a brand new place
He watched a lie become himself
Smiled a lot so no one could tell
Himself from no one good
Loved a man when no one could
But all the vultures circle me
I gotta get out, I gotta get out
A fresh, clean start, but afraid to leave
I gotta get out, I gotta get out
«Quicksand,» she said
«Let me run and get a rope.»
«Well, hold still,» she screamed
«If you panic it could take us both.»
«Quicksand,» she said
«Well, it’s best to pretend to float»
Oh, well you move too fast
And quicksand’s too slow
Threw his hands up into the sky
Said, «Strike me dead if I’ve told a lie,»
Promised he could fix himself
And slowly he learned to tell so well
Closed her eyes
Said, «I'm done with it,»
I gotta get out, I gotta get out
He’s a broken record, let him skip
I gotta get out, I gotta get out
«Quicksand,» she said
«Let me run and get a rope.»
«Well, hold still,» she screamed
«If you panic it could take us both.»
«Quicksand,» she said
«Well, it’s best to pretend to float»
Oh, well you move too fast
And quicksand’s too slow
Oh, well you move too fast
And quicksand’s too slow