Hunter

Melancholia


If travel is searching
And home what's been found
I'm not stopping

And I'm going hunting
I'm a hunter
I'll bring back the goods
But I don't know when

I Thought that I could organize freedom
How Scandinavian of me
You soused it out, didn't you?

And I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter

And I'm going hunting
I'm a hunter

I'm going hunting
I'm the hunter


Writer/s: Bjork Gudmundsdottir