Quicksand

Running low this fever’s got me so cold
Burning slow I’m tired of being on hold
I need to get away no more hallucinating
Get away no more useless information
I need some silence some desolation
I don’t mind if I have to drive all through the night
I want empty beaches and desert highways
Only guided by moonlight
To a distant wasteland
Getting lost in the quicksand
Taking me further and further and further and further away
I need to rip the cage and sleep out in the open
Get away from second hand emotions
I need some silence, some desolation
I don’t mind if I have to drive all through the night
I want empty beaches and desert highways
Only guided by moonlight
To a distant wasteland
Getting lost in the quicksand
Taking me further and further and further and further away
To a distant wasteland
Getting lost in the quicksand
Taking me further and further and further and further away
Post card skies, endless roads
Backseat love to the rhythm of the radio
It’s calling me, pulling me
Like a rope in the sand I know I should’ve never crossed
To a distant wasteland
Getting lost in the quicksand
Taking me further and further and further and further away
To a distant wasteland (to a distant wasteland)
Getting lost in the quicksand (lost in the quicksand)
Taking me further and further and further and further away