Sondre Lerche - Serenading in the trenches

^G/DThought I saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag ^D7and you were biding your time^{G/D Gdim7}Thought I saw you at^Am7 the finish line and you were biding your time ^D7and you were biding y^D9our time and you were biding your time

^G/DTripped on my compass as I ^C#m7b5fled on foot ^D7 Shed all my luggage, all your ^Gmaj7/Bfuck-me-boots ^Bbdim7 Cute as a button on a ^Am7wounded high horse ^D7Sink into the quicksand of ^D9desire and remorse

^G/DPissed off and juiced up, with my back to the wall ^D7Blindfolded, eager to give in^G/Dto the fall ^Gdim7Stripped of the stru^Am7ctures that boggled my mind ^D7Sink into the quicksa^D9nd, making up for lost time

^G/DSerenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we’re dead ^D7Serenading in the trenches / ^G/DDo you wanna make love in stead ^Gdim7Cute-ass casualties,^Am7 clueless come-ons ^D7Our aborted mission, ^D9our self-indulgence

^G/DBled out from paper cuts all over the news ^D7Softened the bruises with a o^G/Dne-sided truce ^Gdim7Stripped of our pass^Am7ions, in a lukewarm embrace ^D7Sink into the quicksa^D9nd of stale dignity and grace

^G/DKeep it up, keep on, try keeping up with myself ^D7Old ideas, splinters, put tha^G/Dt shit on the shelf ^Gdim7Slumbering limbo, la^Am7urels resting on me ^D7Sink into the quicksa^D9nd of a ruthless memory

^G/DSerenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we’re dead ^D7Serenading in the trenches / ^G/DDo you wanna make love in stead ^Gdim7Cute-ass casualties,^Am7 clueless come-ons ^D7Our aborted mission, ^D9our self-indulgence

^G/D Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were ^C#m7b5burning a flag and you were biding your time ^D7 Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were ^Gmaj7/Bbiding your time ^Bbdim7 Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were ^Am7biding your time and ^Gyou were biding your time and you were biding your time

^G/DSerenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we’re dead ^D7Serenading in the trenches / ^G/DDo you wanna make love in stead ^Gdim7Cute-ass casualties,^Am7 clueless come-ons ^D7Our aborted mission, ^D9our self-indulgence

^G/DOh what a beautiful boy child ^D7Oh boy, the man of my dreams ^{G/D Gdim7}Oh what a big boy, w^Am7hat a boy child ^D7Oh man, oh boy, what ^D9a dream ^G/DOh boy, you’re preaching to the wro^D7ng choir I know what’s up, my^G/D time is up ^Gdim7I know what’s up, my^Am7 time is ^D7up ^D9