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

Iron and Wine, Lions Mane