The Race - Syntact/Aloma Steele
Resting is up
I fill paper cups
And I'll find the words
To your blackened heart
I'll fend off the stares
'Cause I'll always need you
More than air
You come and you go
Emotions don't show
I'll cradle my love
In dreams
You won't even know
Some day
I'll write the verses play
And hit rewind
I've never been the one to chase
The one to chase
But I'll
End up winning every race
I'll win the race to love
My heart in hand
I'll explore the land
On the drive through hills
And the western sands
The sun shining on
The vacancy
Of a foolish man
Only miles away
But you choose to play
With those closest to your past
Too afraid to let someone else
Into your world begin to hit
Rewind
I've never been the one to chase
The one to chase
But I'll
End up winning every race
I'll win the race to love
