Exhaustion of the Masculine
Never been married
But I been down on my knees
It takes a man to say please
The exhaustion of the masculine
Is a trip like mescaline
The basis of any true faith
Is surrender
'Will you worry me'
It is terrifying
To share your territory
To let a woman in your mind
What on earth might she find
Or reveal
Or steal
Never to return
Something intrinsic burn
But then what might you learn
What kingdom might you earn
Or win
Where we end we begin
Povey 2013