Dancing on Quicksand Songtext
von Bad Suns
Dancing on Quicksand Songtext
I′ll lose myself in a moment
Can't find my way out for days
I′ll come to you on my hands and knees
On my hands and knees
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing's gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it's too much, you′re fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again? Oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
I run to the elevator
See me, but let the door shut
Don′t be upset, it's hard not to laugh
I love you when you′re mad
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing's gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it′s too much, you're fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again?
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing′s gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it's too much, you're fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again? Oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
I think I′m coming around, oh, yeah, hey!
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing′s gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it's too much, you′re fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again?
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing's gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it′s too much, you're fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again? Oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Can't find my way out for days
I′ll come to you on my hands and knees
On my hands and knees
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing's gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it's too much, you′re fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again? Oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
I run to the elevator
See me, but let the door shut
Don′t be upset, it's hard not to laugh
I love you when you′re mad
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing's gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it′s too much, you're fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again?
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing′s gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it's too much, you're fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again? Oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
I think I′m coming around, oh, yeah, hey!
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing′s gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it's too much, you′re fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again?
I ran out of luck, well, I fucked up
And nothing's gonna change that, whoa-oh
And when it′s too much, you're fucked
How am I supposed to make this right again? Oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Dancing on quicksand
Writer(s): Raymond Torrey Libby, Miles Scott Atkins Kottak, Christopher Michael Bowman, Gavin Austin Bennett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com