Run like a race for family when you hear like you're alone
Rusty gears of morning to faceless busy phones
We gladly run in circles, but the shape we meant to make is gone
Love is a tired symphony, you hum when you're awake
Love is a crying baby mama warned you not to shake
Love is the best sensation hiding in the lion's mane
So I'll clear the road, the gravel
And the thorn bush in your path
That burns a scented oil
That I'll drip into your bath
The water's there to warm you
And the earth is warmer when you laugh
Love is a scene I render
When you catch me wide awake
Love's a dream you enter
Though I shake and shake and shake you
Love is the best endeavor waiting in the lion's mane
