Serenading in the Trenches - Sondre Lerche

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

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

Sink 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

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