G/D     [055430]
C#m7b5  [x4545x]
D7      [05453x]
Gmaj7/B [x25432]
Bbdim7  [x12020] 
D9      [05455x]
Gdim7   [x45353]

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 
Gdim7               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#m7b5
Tripped on my compass as I fled on foot 
D7                             Gmaj7/B  
 Shed all my luggage, all your fuck-me-boots 
Bbdim7                 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 
Gdim7               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 
Gdim7               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 
Gdim7               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 
Gdim7               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 
Gdim7               Am7
Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-ons 
D7                   D9  
Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence 

G/D                                                C#m7b5
 Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag 
and you were biding your time 
D7                                                 Gmaj7/B
 Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were biding your time 
Bbdim7                                             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 
Gdim7               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 
Gdim7               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 
Gdim7               Am7      D7                   D9  
I know what’s up, my time is up