Quicksand - Tim Buckley

Your sweet love is like a quicksand,

A pullin me under, and I wonder,

How deep does it go,

You know the sky is closin up above me,

Everytime you touch me woman,

Im like a tiger prowlin in the moonlight

Quicksand, quicksand a pullin me under;

Sometimes a love takes a funny turn around

Can make a paradise out of flat champagne,

A but once the partys started,

Tell me who can complain;

Quicksand, pulling me under

For love will find you,

Find you walkin on the shore,

Inside the wind it calls out to you,

A longing melody pledges my soul to love,

To live in love for love,

To stay in love for love, alone