Quicksand - Max Jury

Running low this fever’s got me so cold

Burning slow I’m tired of being on hold

I need to get away no more hallucinating

Get away no more useless information

I need some silence some desolation

I don’t mind if I have to drive all through the night

I want empty beaches and desert highways

Only guided by moonlight

To a distant wasteland

Getting lost in the quicksand

Taking me further and further and further and further away

I need to rip the cage and sleep out in the open

Get away from second hand emotions

I need some silence, some desolation

I don’t mind if I have to drive all through the night

I want empty beaches and desert highways

Only guided by moonlight

To a distant wasteland

Getting lost in the quicksand

Taking me further and further and further and further away

To a distant wasteland

Getting lost in the quicksand

Taking me further and further and further and further away

Post card skies, endless roads

Backseat love to the rhythm of the radio

It’s calling me, pulling me

Like a rope in the sand I know I should’ve never crossed

To a distant wasteland

Getting lost in the quicksand

Taking me further and further and further and further away

To a distant wasteland (to a distant wasteland)

Getting lost in the quicksand (lost in the quicksand)

Taking me further and further and further and further away