Hunting

Lyrics

[Verse 1] With no wind tearing through No air in the morning The haunting of the building is left to me [Verse 2] To appear in the room To embody a specter To fulfill the pregnant former factory [Verse 3] Flooded with fluorescent light Drowned in ventilation Offices alone at night, humming [Verse 4] Dwelling on the past to bring the dead to life I walk slowly every night Through the empty rooms of the changing shape Hunting the white stag to see beyond [Verse 5] To the ancient pursuit Following a feeling To here where you found it dead in the mud