Tekster: Incubus. Quicksand.

OK? now the monster is awake.
It won?t rest until there?s nothing left.
Maybe ever & anon
I forget about the pain.
Someone bending light comes along
& flowers lean towards the sun.
Some people fall in love & touch the sky
Some people fall in love & find quicksand.
I hover somewhere in between? I swear?
I can?t make up my mind.