Hunting Songtext
von Mount Eerie

With no wind tearing through
No air in the morning
The haunting of the building is left to me
To appear in the room, to embody a specter
To fulfill the pregnant former factory
Flooded with fluorescent light
Drowned in ventilation
Offices alone at night humming Dwelling on the past to bring the dead to life
I walk slowly every night
Throught the empty rooms of the changing shape
Hunting the white stag to see beyond
To the ancient pursuit
Following a feeling
To here where you found it dead in the mud