run like a race for family when you hear like you're alone the rusty gears of morning and faceless busy phones we gladly run in circles but the shape we meant to make is gone and love is a tired symphony you hum when you're awake and love is a crying baby mama warned you not to shake and love's the best sensation hiding in the lion's mane so I'll clear the road the gravel and the thornbush 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 and love is the scene I render when you catch me wide awake and love is the dream you enter though I shake and shake and shake you and love's the best endeavor waiting in the lion's mane