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