My Quicksand

Em Bm A D

 [Verse 1]
Bm        D                A
 I put my life on hold and took you home
Bm               Em                 D
 Good sense shot down I placed you on a throne
Fm            Em                 D
 Where was the wheel that kept me on the road
     F             Em          D
 The force of nature preventing overload
    F        Em             D             Em D
 So don't you know I've been dressed to kill
 F             Em               D            Em D
 If you got the tools be careful what you build
 Fm              Em                D
 When the arrow's in the bull's-eye every time
     F            Em                A#
It's hard assuming that the archer's blind

 [Chorus]
   Em
My quicksand
                           Bm
Let me introduce you to my final stand
          F#7
I went to Paris once
                  Bm
I thought I had a plan
                  Em
I woke up with an accent
                Bm
I wound up in quicksand
Bm Em Bm
My quicksand

 [Verse 2]

Em Bm A D
Bm     D                             A
 I was full of foreign notions at the start
Bm                    D                A
 There was never once when I was off my guard
Fm      Em             D
 For any ghost of every poet in the ground
F               Em            A
 There's one like me to buy the guys a round

  [Chorus]
   Em
My quicksand
                           Bm
Let me introduce you to my final stand
          F#7
I went to Paris once
                  Bm
I thought I had a plan
                  Em
I woke up with an accent
               Bm
I wound up in quicksand
Bm Em Bm
My quicksand

 [Bridge]
    Em    Bm
I'm going down
        Em   Bm     Em    Bm
You and me together going down
    Em         Bm      Em              D
It's not what I'd been told about this town
              C#7                     D#
That when you least expect if you can drown
   Em   Bm
In quicksand
Bm Em Bm
My quicksand

 [Solo]

 [Chorus]
   Em
My quicksand
                           Bm
Let me introduce you to my final stand
          F#7
I went to Paris once
                  Bm
I thought I had a plan
                  Em
I woke up with an accent
               Bm
I wound up in quicksand
Bm Em Bm
My quicksand