Oh, fear you, dove so pure
The hunters heart is hungry
Fly, you dove someplace of safety
The hunter is relentless.

The first dove flew back to her captor
The second dove followed closely after
The third dove grew strange and frantic
The fourth drowned beneath romantics
The dove in the corner of the hunters dark room
Was merely a pigeon of pending doom.

So fear you, sweet dove of grace
The hunters heart will change you
Fly you to your cloudy home
Dont let the hunter love you.