Almost Careless Songtext
von The Weather Station

Sat out just after supper
I felt stiff cold in my fingers for the first time this year

Subtle every inhibition
Subtle every gently lifting to feel good again
I don′t know why on this day
Halfway to the bank and the newsstand
Don't know why in this way
Absent-minded feeling the leather of his hand, in my hand


There′s a new bar 'round the corner
All they left was faded letters of the old address
Every day a shaken image
Every day a mirrored surface of our love and darkness and our happiness

"What if we get married?"
I said it, almost careless
No, it ain't nothing to me
He laughed and coloured and nodded, "Yes"
Then, we turned across the park′s expanse
Open fields of last year′s grass

Heading back with one question less
One less, one less than we started out with