Quicksand [Live at Chapel Off Chapel]

Gimme a break
I was just trying to explain
A little thought
That was scratching my brain
I guess I’m just beat

You say, you need to sleep
As I fall in a heap
I say I don’t know what you mean
Man, we’ve been talking since three

Just a minute
While I catch my cool
Your ice berg smile is
Sinking ships and

In the darkness
Of my little room
I search the gone days
They catch me like quicksand

I’m surfing through streets of water
Carving through the highways of night
Wash up on your beach in the morning
Think I almost turned into light

Grab my sleeve
Drag me out to the street
What the fuck are you
Doing here man
I told you not to come

I needed to see you
I know you don’t wanna see me
Before I finish
You punch me in the face
And kiss me with your tongue

Just a minute
While I catch my cool
Your ice berg smile is
Sinking ships and

In the darkness
Of my little room
I search the gone days
They catch me like quicksand

I’m a bad dancer
But what I lack in
Moves I make up for
With my madness

And If I’m dancing with you
No one sees my bruised eye
They’re blinded by your brightness

Took the 5.30 train
I guess I’ve been up for days and days
Lay out in the morning sun
I wonder if Billie’s awake