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 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

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