<Jury, Max> page <Modern World> album page |
QuicksandRunning low this fever's got me so coldBurning 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 |