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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 biding your time ?and you were biding your time And you were biding your time Tripped on my compass as I fled on foot Shed all my luggage, all your fuck-me-boots Cute as a button on a wounded high horse Sink into the quicksand of desire and remorse Pissed off and juiced up, with my back to the wall Blindfolded, eager to give into the fall Stripped of the structures that boggled my mind Sink into the quicksand, making 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-ass casualties, clueless come-ons Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence Bled out from paper cuts all over the news Softened the bruises with a one-sided truce Stripped of our passions, in a lukewarm embrace SongtexteSink into the quicksand of stale dignity and grace Keep it up, keep on, try keeping up with myself Old ideas, splinters, put that shit on the shelf Slumbering limbo, laurels resting on me Sink into the quicksand of a ruthless memory Serenading in the trenches Do you wanna pretend we're dead? Serenading in the trenches Do you wanna make love instead? Cute-ass casualties, uh, clueless come-ons 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 And you were biding your time And you were biding your time Biding your time Biding your time Biding your time Serenading in the trenches Do you wanna pretend we're dead? Serenading in the trenches Do you wanna make love instead? Cute-ass casualties 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 And you were biding your time And you were biding your time And you were Oh what a beautiful boy child Oh boy, the man of my dreams Oh what a big boy, what a boy child Oh man, oh boy, what a dream Oh boy, you're preaching to the wrong choir I know what's up, my time is up I know what's up, my time is up Serenading in the trenches In the trenches Trenches Aus Songtexte Mania