Serenading in the Trenches

Thought I saw you at the finish line

And you were burning a flag and you were biding your time

Thought I saw you at the finish line

And you were burning a flag and you were biding your time

And you were biding your time

And you were biding your time

And you were

Strapped on my compass and I fled on foot

Shed all my luggage and your fuck me boots

Cute as a button on a wooden high horse

Sink into the quicksand of desire and remorse

Pissed off and juiced off with my back to the wall

Blindfolded, eager to give in to the fall

Stripped of the structures that boggled my mind

Sink into the quicksand, makin' up for lost time

Serenading in the trenches

Do you wanna pretend we're dead?

Serenading in the trenches

Do you wanna make love instead?

Cute as casualties are

Cool as commas

Our aborted mission, our self indulgence

Bled out from paper cuts all over the news

I soften the bruises with a one sided truce

Stripped of our passions and our lukewarm embrace

Sink into the quicksand of stale dignity and grace

Keep it up, keep on tryin'

Keepin' up with myself

Hold out your splinters, put that shit on the shelf

Trouble in limbo, all resting on me

Sink into the quicksand of the ruthless memory

Serenading in the trenches

Do you wanna pretend we're dead?

Serenading in the trenches

Do you wanna make love instead?

Cute as casualties are

Cool as commas

Our aborted mission, our self indulgence

Thought I saw you at the finish line

And you were burning a flag and you were biding your time

Thought I saw you at the finish line

And you were burning a flag and you were biding your time

Thought I saw you at the finish line

And you were burning a flag and you were biding your time

And you were biding your time

And you were biding your time

And you were biding your time

Serenading in the trenches

Do you wanna pretend we're dead?

Serenading in the trenches (Oh)

Do you wanna make love instead?

Cutest casualty

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Our aborted mission, our self indulgence

Thought I saw you at the finish line (Serenading in the trenches)

And you were burning a flag and you were biding your time

Thought I saw you at the finish line (Serenading in the trenches)

And you were burning a flag and you were biding your time

Thought I saw you at the finish line (Cute as casualties are)

And you were burning a flag and you were biding your time (Cool as commas)

And you were biding your time

And you were biding your time

And you were biding your time

And you were

Oh lord (Serenading in the trenches)

Beautiful boy, charmer, or the man of our dreams

Oh what do this boy wanna, boy charmer, oh, the boy wanna dream

Oh boy (Cute as casualties are)

(Cool as commas)

I know myself

My time is up

I know what's up

My time is up

(Serenading in the trenches)

Ooh