Quicksand mama

Written by Arthur Mountaniol

Hard-boiling is my loving
Somewhere in the quicksand
Dirt’s bubbling and wind’s blowing
Brewing the drunken land

Quicksand mama gets so rich in summer.

If my feet turn into wings
I’ll catch up with you in the air
Cheek to cheek we will do mad rings
In a dance of a long hair

You’re my wrong sign, but I dig you
Hot, weird cloud on my mind
You’re the one who makes me continue
Fun on fun to grind