Quicksand

I'm the obsessor holdin' your hand It seems you have forgotten about your man Alone in the darkness my bed's a different land Your touch intensifies and I'm in the quicksand I'm in the quicksand I'm in the quicksand You're the upsettor stroking my hand What's my position, I don't understand? Am I your possession, am I in demand? Oh, when you turn to me I'm in the quicksand I'm in the quicksand I'm in the quicksand You, you moved into my mind again, oh You walking around and free, oh Oh, I could let you stay but I'm walking on broken ground again Oh, oh, when will I learn all you do is push me back in the dark? I'm in the quicksand I'm in the quicksand I'm in the quicksand I'm in the quicksand I'm in the quicksand