I have stepped into your quicksand
Wondering how many men
Have fallen into this trap
And never made it back
To the reality of dry land

I'm searching for the safety of a vine
Anything to grasp that I can find
To get me out of this
Insanely crazy mess
That I get myself in all the time

I find the more it is that I panic
The further it is that I sink
I fell in over my head
Thinking love is where it lead
Now I'm afraid I'm in way to deep