Mount Eerie - Hunting lyrics

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 Through 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