“
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
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
Lion’s Mane, Iron & Wine
