This is a bad, bad movie, oh, it's gone on too long the ending's,
all wrong and, oh, there's no hope.
I stir my coffee, you try to smile, I hear the clink of glass in the sink
and I just look down and take a drink.
Oh, we know we're standing in quicksand, we know it's faster if we fight,
and, oh, we lay down and hold hands.
Oh, we know we're standing in quicksand, we know it's faster if we fight,
and, oh, but just let go and slip away.
The bed looks just like the moon, cold and pale and just as far away;
we let the focus drift and watched the colors fade.
You pull the covers back and look at me, just like you waiting for something,
something that's never coming back.
Oh, we know we're standing in quicksand, we know it's faster if we fight,
and, oh, we lay down and hold hands.
Oh, we know we're standing in quicksand, we know it's faster if we fight,
and, oh, but let go and slip away.
We know we're standing in quicksand, it might be funny, charming,
something, something if it was somebody else.
It's a bad dream, it's a bad dream and one of us should scream,
one of us should scream, one of us should scream,
one of us should scream. Baby, scream. Baby, scream.
