A Boat To An Island On The Wall - Ben Howard

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

And smoking a cigarette

Said it’s late

You should be going

The wind is howling

The house is showing

High numbers

Boat to an island on the wall

Hand striking in slow motion

Future

Singing in a field

Shooting season’s open

To care

Or not care

To be aware

That in your absence

They made your choices for you

You were supposed to laugh

Said the fortune to his sailor

This is the black mountain path

Or these are the sunny shores to nowhere

Well

Boat to an island on the wall

A hand striking in slow motion

Future singing in a field

Shooting season’s open

Boat to an island on the wall

A hand striking in slow motion

That’s it, that’s it all

Shooting season’s open