verse 1
All those brash young studs
They have no idea what its like up here.
I am that ragged figure of a man
Standing in a mansion window.
Looking down at the strung out refugees.
Some men would question why you would feed an
Animal with champagne.
Chorus
Paddling through still dark waters
And the moon illuminates a thin white line.
Bootlickers stand aside.
I am plowing into the field of love.
INTERLUDE
verse 2
In the dying light
I made a binding contract with the lucid blue.
Our affairs are at chance.
Always to its favour.
Always as its vessel.
As you please,
As you please,
Please.
Chorus
Paddling through still dark waters
And the moon illuminates a thin white line.
Bootlickers stand aside.
I am plowing into the field of love.
Paddling through still dark waters
And the moon illuminates a thin white line.
Bootlickers stand aside.
I am plowing into the field of love.
They will place me in a hearse.
OUTRO
Hearse, hearse, hearse,