My Quicksand

I put my life on hold and took you home Good sense shot down I placed you on a throne Where was the wheel that kept me on the road? The force of nature preventing overload Say don't you know I've been dressed to kill If you got the tools be careful what you build When the arrow's in the bull's-eye every time It's hard assuming that the archer's blind My quicksand Let me introduce you to my final stand I went to Paris once I thought I had a plan I woke up with an accent I wound up in quicksand, my quicksand I was full of foreign notions at the start There was never once when I was off my guard For any ghost of every poet in the ground There's one like me to buy the guys a round My quicksand Let me introduce you to my final stand I went to Paris once I thought I had a plan I woke up with an accent I wound up in quicksand, my quicksand I'm going down You and me together going down It's not what I'd been told about this town That when you least expect it you can drown In quicksand, my quicksand My quicksand Let me introduce you to my final stand I went to Paris once I thought I had a plan I woke up with an accent I wound up in quicksand, my quicksand, my quicksand