I am a fly on the wall of a house where the windows are always broken
I am a pause in a storm on a dark stair whenever your name is spoken
Be a man about this/ Be the coward or the kiss/ Be a man about this
Somewhere there is salt in the air of a season that touches the hem of an island so northern
Some air is knitting a day for a woman whose eyes are upon the horizon
Be a man about this/ Be the boredom or the bliss/ Be a man about this
Be the number or the name/ Be the picture or the frame
Be the shoulder or the shame/ Be the moth or be her flame
I am the birth of a dawn through a curtain - the hurt of a dawn through a curtain
Be a man about this/ Be a man about this/ Be a man about this/ Be a man about this