What Kind of Man

Won't you lay to rest
All of my old and graying doubt
Just kill or fulfill
My lonesome reverie, won't you please?
Oh, please

I'm sure all it would take
Is one moment aside from what feels safe
Your sovereign kiss
Would fell every last lone garrison

Within us

What kind of man am I
To beg she take action on what I hide

Drew some pocket hearts
But trusting in my hand's burned me before
Fuck the phrase "man up"
But I need strength to bear this sensitive heart
Of mine

Cards close to my chest
In place of where her pretty head might rest
How can I make my play
Could she read it in my yearning eyes

When the time comes

Just what kind of man
Is too afraid to show his good hand

One day, she'll see
The man behind these words set himself free
Lord, who might know me well
Put a good word in with her
And with hell

Some days I know I'm good
Others have me considering
Things I should or should not have done
How long can I wait
Before the darkness that I keep her in

Is a sin

Heaven, testify
What kind of man am I?

Heaven, testify
What kind of man am I?



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Kohlhoff
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