Quicksand is a coat of arms,
Lose sleep, it´s a liquid fiction.
Last rights every Friday night,
Am I way cool with the lights on?

High tide tied around the neck,
The same song everybody´s bleeding.
What makes me so different?
The insides work the same.

You ever fear the dark?
Impressions of your future:
The slightest gravestone whisper,
The stillness of your heart.
I feel it growing dark.
A fever inching deeper,
A fever inching to the core.

I´ll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I´ll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain.
I´ll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I´ll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain.

Shorelines all around the world,
Bright lights and some heavy breathing.
Lipstick and the dagger´s kiss-
Just a figment of a feeling.

Hands pressed up against the chest,
Holding out for the big connection.
Laxed lungs never looked so good,
It´s a trunk show all the way.

As years go crashing by,
I think of all I´ve pondered,
So many minutes wandered,
So many things undone.
I´ll try to figure out
How many lives I´ve wasted waiting for the perfect time to start.

I´ll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I´ll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain.
I´ll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I´ll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain.

I´ll kick tomorrow...
I´ll send the weekends...
I´ll kick tomorrow...
I´ll send the weekends...
I´ll kick tomorrow...
I´ll send the weekends...
I´ll kick tomorrow... (fight back at the pouring rain)
I´ll send the weekends... (fight back at the pouring rain)

I´ll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I´ll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain.
I´ll kick tomorrow,
Fight back at the pouring rain.
I´ll send the weekends down the drain, down the drain.