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 A certain approaching Leaned on the sky The smoking cigarette Said it's late You should be going The wind is howling The house is showing Boat to an island on the wall Hand striking in slow motion Future singing in the field Shooting season's open To care, or not care To be aware In your absence an angel chose this 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 Boat to an island on the wall A hand striking in slow motion Future singing in the field Shooting season's open Boat to an island on the wall A hand striking in slow motion Lied too bad, too long Shooting season's open