Quicksand Jesus — Skid Row

She caught the melting sky It burned but still the winter passes by and by To the other side

A slow parade of wind That blows through threes That wilted with the seasons children Are we saved by the words of bastard saints Do we live in fear or faith Tell me now whos behind the rain

A maze of tangled grace The symptoms of for real are crumbling from embrace But still we chase..the shadows of belief And new religion clouds our visions of the roots of our souls

Are we ashamed of our own fate Or play the fool for our own sake Tell me whos behind the rain

What do we need where do we go When we get where we dont know Why should we doubt the virgin white of fallen snow When faiths our shelter from the cold

Quicksand Jesus Im so far away without you Quicksand Jesus Im so far away without you Quicksand Jesus Im so far away without you

Quicksand Jesus I need you Quicksand Jesus I belive you Quicksand Jesus Im so far away