Lion's Mane

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