G/D Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag D7 G/D and you were biding your time G�7 Am7 Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were biding your time D7 D9 and you were biding your time and you were biding your time G/D C#m7(b5) Tripped on my compass as I fled on foot D7 G7M/B Shed all my luggage, all your f*ck-me-boots Bb�7 Am7 Cute as a button on a wounded high horse D7 D9 Sink into the quicksand of desire and remorse G/D Pissed off and juiced up, with my back to the wall D7 G/D Blindfolded, eager to give into the fall G�7 Am7 Stripped of the structures that boggled my mind D7 D9 Sink into the quicksand, making up for lost time G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we�??re dead D7 G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna make love in stead G�7 Am7 Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-ons D7 D9 Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence G/D Bled out from paper cuts all over the news D7 G/D Softened the bruises with a one-sided truce G�7 Am7 Stripped of our passions, in a lukewarm embrace D7 D9 Sink into the quicksand of stale dignity and grace G/D Keep it up, keep on, try keeping up with myself D7 G/D Old ideas, splinters, put that shit on the shelf G�7 Am7 Slumbering limbo, laurels resting on me D7 D9 Sink into the quicksand of a ruthless memory G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we�??re dead D7 G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna make love in stead G�7 Am7 Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-ons D7 D9 Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence G/D C#m7(b5) Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag and you were biding your time D7 G7M/B Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were biding your time Bb�7 Am7 Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were biding your time G and you were biding your time and you were biding your time G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we�??re dead D7 G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna make love in stead G�7 Am7 Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-ons D7 D9 Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence G/D Oh what a beautiful boy child D7 G/D Oh boy, the man of my dreams G�7 Am7 Oh what a big boy, what a boy child D7 D9 Oh man, oh boy, what a dream G/D D7 G/D Oh boy, you�??re preaching to the wrong choir I know what�??s up, my time is up G�7 Am7 D7 D9 I know what�??s up, my time is up
