Lion's Mane
Run like a race for familyWhen you hear like you're aloneThe rusted gears of morningTo faceless busy phonesWe gladly run in circlesBut the shape we meant to make is gone
Love is a tired symphonyTou hum when you're awakeLove is a crying babyMama warned you not to shakeLove is the best sensationHiding in the lion's mane
So I'll clear the road, the gravelAnd the thornbush in your pathThat burns a scented oilThat I'll drip into your bathThe water's there to warm youAnd the earth is warmerWhen you laugh
Love is a scene I renderWhen you catch me wide awakeLove's a dream you enterThough I shake and shake and shake youLove is the best endeavorWaiting in the lion's mane