Lion's Mane

Run like a race for a 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

Burns the 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 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's the best endeavor waiting in the lion's mane