The Wooden Wolf - "Busy Being Born"
"Busy being born" from the EP "Four preludes" Op. 5 by The Wooden Wolf. Free images taken from the NASA archives. February 2017. Lyrics : I used to laugh at my shadow I guess I thought it was my past But now I let it speak to me The echo of a muffled heart in the chest I guess all this hollow me Is just a place to hide And all those folded instincts Just a broken pride I thought I was busy dying But I'm busy being born Everything is for tomorrow But tomorrow never comes There's never enough room Never enough room just to be anywhere So we give the silence a little stir We lay down five minutes We aim for the stars and devour centuries With all these mirrors waiting for faces in them With all these mirrors waiting for faces in them They glow outwardly, just like me But that glow is not a light Just a phony little fever And it's spread all over me, it's obscene It's keeping me numb, deceptively clean Oh but we get old, real fast Have you ever noticed The way you eventually get to like this shit This comfort in being sad Despite yourself I thought I was busy dying But I'm busy being born I thought I was busy dying But I'm busy being born I thought I was busy dying But I'm busy being born
