Hunting Dog - Fionn Regan

A hunting dog

Lights that turn on

Just by the park

Your bomber coat

Chip in your tooth

I pine and I swoon

Oh I’m swimmin'

Towards the lights on the headland

When we speak

Gold white and blue

Circles our eyes

You tattooed my name

In Indian ink

On your collar bone

Oh I’m swimmin'

Towards the lights on the headland

Home

I need to find

A way to float

Home

Be here tonight

Brooklyn Bridge

Home

The phones are down

It’s New Year’s Eve

Home

You cut me when

You said you’d leave

(O-oh oh oh)

Hunting dog is a constellation

Of frozen words in the conversation

Say I’ll hold out for you

If you hold out for me too

(O-oh oh oh)

Hunting dog is a constellation