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
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
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
In der Welt der Prominenten gibt es oft Geschichten von Liebe und Trennung, und kürzlich hat eine solche Nachricht die Schlagzeilen dominiert: Joe Jonas und Sophie Turner, eines der bekanntesten Promi-Paare, lassen sich scheiden
Berlin, die pulsierende Hauptstadt Deutschlands, ist nicht nur für ihre Geschichte, Kultur und Architektur bekannt, sondern auch für ihre lebendige Straßenkunstszene.
Bayern, das größte Bundesland Deutschlands, ist nicht nur für seine malerische Landschaft, seine leckere Küche und sein berühmtes Bier bekannt, sondern auch für seine reiche musikalische Tradition
Die Musik ist eine universelle Sprache, die Menschen auf der ganzen Welt miteinander verbindet. Sie kann nicht nur unsere Gefühle ansprechen und inspirieren
Musik hat seit jeher die Fähigkeit, Menschen zu vereinen und Botschaften der Hoffnung und des Friedens zu verbreiten.
Konzerte sind schon immer eine beliebte Form der Unterhaltung für Menschen auf der ganzen Welt gewesen.
Deutschland hat im Laufe der Jahre viele großartige Musikgruppen hervorgebracht, die auf der ganzen Welt bekannt geworden sind.
Eine Gitarre zu stimmen, kann für Anfänger eine Herausforderung darstellen, aber es ist ein wichtiger Schritt, um sicherzustellen, dass Ihr Instrument gut klingt.
