Elias Bender Rønnenfelt - Plowing Into the Field of Love lyrics

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 Paddling through still dark waters And the moon illuminates a thin white line Bootlickers stand aside I am plowing into the field of love In the dying light I made a binding contract with the lucid blue Our affairs are at chance Always to its favor Always as its vessel As you please As you please Please 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