this is a bad bad
movie its gone on
too long the
endings all wrong
and oh theres no
hope
i stir my coffee you try to smile
i hear the clink of glass in the sing
and i just look down and take a drink
we know were standing in quicksand
we know its faster if we fight
but oh we lay down and hold hands
we know were standing in quicksand
we know its faster if wer fight it
so we just let go and slip away
the bed looks just like a moon
cold and pale and just as far away
we let the focus drift
and watch the colors fade
you pull the covers back
you look at me just like
youre waiting for something
something thats never coming back
we know were standing in quicksand
we but oh we lay down and hold hands
we know were standing in quicksand
we know its faster if we fight it
so we just let go and slip away
we know were standing in quicksand
and it might be funny, chaming somethin
something if it iwas somebody else
its a bad dream, its a bad dream its a
bad dream and one of us should scream
baby scream
baby, scream