I'm the obsessor Holding 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 upsetter 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