Quicksand (Live at B2 Moscow)

You're riding on this wave of blue sequins 
You're shimmering 
Tango, Foxtrot, I'm in trouble 
Can you hear the clammer louder and louder 

I see you falling gently on the cobbles 
Skipping into the quicksand 
Not into my arms 

You see I 'm falling 
Gently on the cobbles 
Skipping into the quicksand 
Not into your arms 

Ears drop drip, drip, dripping down my ears 
Flood gates and tears 
Delicate and gently does it 
Won't you dedicate your hate to another