Lyrics
To care
Or not to care
To be there
In the distant and uncertain
To be aware
In an old Iberian hotel room
That the devil
Is not behind the curtain
She said walk in small steps
And fear floating
We made a pact
As Saturn approaching
Leaned on the sky
The smoking cigarette
Said it's late
You should be going
The wind is howling
The house is showing
A boat to an island on the wall
A hand striking in slow motion
Future singing in the field
Shooting season's open
To care
Or not to care
To be aware
In your absence they made your choices for you
You're supposed to laugh
Tell your fortune to the sailor
This is the black mountain pass
These hours the sun shines to moonlight, black
A boat to an island on the wall
A hand striking in slow motion
Future singing in the field
Shooting season's open
A boat to an island on the wall
A hand striking in slow motion
Lied too bad, too long
Shooting season's open
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