Quicksand
Anna Bohichick, Gerard Hammill, Michael Lerner, Paul Searing, Richard Jankovich
Neck deep in heavy summer
It's not your concern
Talk cheap a second number, movement away returned
Oh, and if they find me there, dead drunk asleep on the stairs
Oh in the morning, take the artillery, cuz we're passed the time of repair
Jet black, shut down, back where you started from
I know it's over when I hear the engine hum
Please your intent, where are you going at this hour
You won't get very far, take a look where you stand, quicksand
Losing time is all we are, I believe it true, you'll believe it too
Sundown says we've gone too far, no one saving me, no one saving you