Bjork Hunter

If travel is searching

And home what’s been found

I’m not stopping

I’m going hunting

I’m the hunter

I’ll bring back the goods

But I don’t know when

I thought I could organise freedom

How Scandinavian of me

And traveling in the dark

You sussed it out, didn’t you?

You could smell it

So you left me on my own

To complete the mission

Now I’m leaving it all behind

I’m going hunting

I’m the hunter

I’m the hunter

I’m going hunting

I’m the hunter

I’m the hunter

I’m the hunter

I’m the hunter

I’m the hunter