text: I put my life on hold and took you home
  Good sense shot down I placed you on a throne
  Where was the wheel that kept me on the road
  The force of nature preventing overload
  So dont you know Ive been dressed to kill
  If you got the tools be careful what you build
  When the arrows in the bulls-eye every time
  Its hard assuming that the archers blind
  My quicksand
  Let me introduce you
  To my final stand
  I went to Paris once
  I thought I had a plan
  I woke up with an accent
  I wound up in quicksand
  My quicksand
  I was full of foreign notions at the start
  There was never once
  When I was off my guard
  For any ghost of every poet in the ground
  Theres one like me
  To buy the guys a round
  My quicksand
  Let me introduce you
  To my final stand
  I went to Paris once
  I thought I had a plan
  I woke up with an accent
  I wound up in quicksand
  My quicksand
  Im going down
  You and me together going down
  Its not what Id been told about this town
  That when you least expect if you can drown
  In quicksand
  My quicksand
  My quicksand
  Let me introduce you
  To my final stand
  I went to Paris once
  I thought I had a plan
  I woke up with an accent
  I wound up in quicksand
  My quicksand
  My quicksand
  My quicksand