When Our Feet Touch The Bottom (That's How I'll Know)

This is about the 10th or 11th song I've written this past month (November). I like to think of it as a fun sorta song about how a person may think their life is going good and proper when in actuality it's crumbling apart and they're just letting it all unfold, not lifting a finger to change its course. I was going to call it Quick Sand but that was just way too cliché for me. I think it's in the key of C#:

I think there's a communication breakdown
there must be some kinda trouble
I'm paralyzed and can't make a sound
my heartbeat, I think it's doubled
thought we was standin on solid ground
turns out we was sinkin in quick sand
shall we grasp hands 'fore we slip down?
you grab my hand but it slips outta yer hand

I'm sinkin down down down
we're sinkin down down down
there's nobody around round round
hush, don't make a sound sound sound

The more you fight it the worse it gets
take a deep breath, your last one
and sink to the bottom