The Hunter (By the Seaside Window)

A gun has been fired, echoes from the mountain can’t lie
The hunters, the hunters have been tracking their preys from early morning
The snow is still flickering through the cold breezing sky
The blood on the ground is slowly disappearing underneath
The hunter is coming

December’s falling down and time suddenly seems too numb to care
I never thought it could be that cold here
The hunter is coming, the hunter is coming down, the hunter is
Another footstep away from you, lost in distant storms
My long view’s blurry by slow streaming cast and tones
The hunter is coming
My heart’s howling for spring, for memories to revive
But high hopes never bloom from our saddened demise
The hunter, the hunter is coming
The hunter, the hunter is coming, coming for me

The prey is laying down in the freezing evening cold
Wounded by the very same hands that used to feed his land
The winter
The air so sweet and soft, almost perfume, over its body, broken, broken, broken
Horizon’s never been that magnificent, that vivid and free
But freedom has a color that I just can’t see
The hunter, the hunter is coming, the hunter

The men, tired of their ceremonial walk over, walk over the hill
Standing witnesses, life leaving traces of a dream now fading into the night
I’m breathing in, I’m breathing in and out, I’m breathing in
I’m breathing in, I’m breathing in and out
The hunter, the hunter is coming
I’m breathing, I’m breathing in and out
I’m breathing

Another footstep away from you, I’m lost in distant storms
Another footstep away
My long view’s blurry by slow streaming cast and tones
Seaside never felt that far, never felt that unreachable
My heart’s howling, my heart’s howling for spring, for memories to revive
The hunter is coming
But high hopes never bloom
The hunter is coming
I’m breathing in, I’m breathing out
I’m breathing in, I’m breathing out
The hunter is coming
I’m breathing in, I’m breathing out
The hunter is coming
I never thought it could be that cold here
The winter is coming, the winter is coming, the hunter is coming

Forgiveness is a gift, much like love carries its goodwill stray
We watch a new day, rising from afar, kneeling our last breath away
And I’m breathing in, and I’m breathing out
The hunter is coming, the hunter is coming

As we stand under a crystal curtain of dazzling gold
Beholding a last image of youthful faith
The hunter is coming
The hunter is coming
Don’t you wait for me
Don’t you wait for me
The hunter is coming
The hunter, the hunter, the hunter is coming
The hunter, the hunter is coming, the hunter

Forgiveness is a gift, much like love carries you away, away
The hunter is coming
The hunter is coming
Winter is coming
The hunter is coming
Coming for me
Coming for me
Coming for me
The hunter, the hunter, the hunter is coming for me
Coming for me
Coming for me
Coming for me
He’s coming, he’s coming, he’s coming, he’s coming for me

And I’m breathing in, breathing out
Forgiveness is a gift, much like love carries its goodwill stray

One step away from you
Don’t wait for me, I won’t be back this time, won’t come home tonight
I’ve closed my eyes in peaceful glimpses of pure white sky, I’ve closed my eyes
And I’m thinking of you, feeding the fire, the fire
Our dreamful laughter life
I’m thinking about you
I’m thinking

Don’t wait for me, I won’t be back this time, don’t wait for me
Don’t wait for me, I won’t come home tonight
I’ve closed my eyes in peaceful glimpses of pure white sky
I’m thinking of you, feeding the fire of our dreamful laughter life
Now I’m standing, I’m standing by the seaside window, looking at you
And I’m looking at you, looking at you

Don’t wait for me, I won’t be back this time, don’t wait for me
Don’t wait for me, I won’t be back this time, don’t wait for me
The hunter, the hunter, the hunter, the hunter is coming
The hunter is coming
And he’s coming for me

But high hopes never bloom from our saddened demise
Not until flowers unfold their pure redeeming blue, until we find peace with our hunter’s rue
The hunter is coming
The hunter is coming
Don’t wait for me, the hunter is coming
I won’t be back this time, the hunter is coming
I won’t come home tonight, the hunter is coming
And I’ve closed my eyes, and I’m thinking about you
Don’t wait for me, I won’t be back this time, no no no no
The hunter is coming, the hunter is coming
The hunter is coming
And I’m standing right above your seaside window shine
Just a footstep away from you
I’m breathing in, I’m breathing out
I’m breathing in, I’m breathing out
I’m breathing in

Words: Alex Henry Foster
Recorded at Upper Room Studio

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