Busy head, busy head Won't you give me one sweet second's dark and silent rest I'm still playing catch up with the things I've gone and said With what I said Busy mouth and busy head Busy heart, busy heart You think you've got so much to say but can't find where to start So desperate to fit in and so in need of staying apart Of standing out Busy heart, vain and vacant busy heart I chase my will to care around the corners of the morning Cold and grey I would make a map for you, lazy drawn with tired fingers Folded once, folded twice, To give to you when I feel brave Busy world, busy world It's just a set of choices makes you who you are And who you are you have to own, it's all that you have got It's all you've got to lose In this busy world With your busy heart And your busy mouth I chase my will to care around the corners of the morning