Song Length |
3:43 |
Genre |
Rock - General |
Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
Quicksand
Copyright © 2004, Brenton Hund
I think you need
I think you need to give, give it to me
I think you need it, I think you need
I think you need to give, give it to me
I would gladly sit here waiting for a thousand years so slow
that empires crumble and empires grow
If we had world enough and time, this coyness were no crime
Lady I could take a million years to make you all mine?
I think you need to understand this life is like quicksand
we don?t have all this time, this time it?s sifting through our hands
If I can hold on to a moment, I?ll hold on to this last with you
So much of all this life is strange, why do we have to be strangers any more?
I think you need
I think you need to give, give it to me
I think you need it, I think you need
I think you need to give, give it to me
We could sit and talk and wonder ?bout which of these ways
would be best to pass our long lovers days
I would paint a hundred pictures of your youthful face
if I had the keys to eternity I?d go at your pace
I think you need to understand this life is like quicksand
we don?t have all this time, this time it?s sifting through our hands
If I can hold on to a moment, I?ll hold on to this last with you
So much of all this life is strange, why do we have to be strangers any more?
More is what we want to be
More is what we have in store
More is what will make us sad and sorry
You are what started this
The end that I can see is bliss
I need you to love me with a kiss once more
I think you need to understand this life is like quicksand
We don?t have all this time, this time it?s sifting through our hands
If I can hold on to a moment, I?ll hold on to this last with you
So much of all this life is strange, why do we have to be strangers any more?
I think you need to understand this life is like quicksand
We don?t have all this time, this time it?s sifting through our hands
If I can hold on to a moment, I?ll hold on to this last with you
So much of all this life is strange, why do we have to be strangers any more?