Rangers

The paths have been crossed

The crumbs are gone and the way and the way is lost

Melancholy phantoms eye our skins

Poisoned apples falling with the wind



Hear the sigh of the trees

Those who enter here never leave



And the rangers stream out of their cabins

They are the hunters

We are the rabbits

But maybe we don't want to be found

Maybe we don't want to be found



Further in and on we go

Sightless creatures tugging at our clothes

Cutting through the twilight, sword in hand

Strangers once united against the land



At the sound of the bells

They're pulling paper lanterns from their shelves



The rangers stream out of their cabins

They are the hunters and we are the rabbits

And maybe we don't want to be found

Maybe we don't want you tracking us down



The rangers stream out of their cabins

Raising their muskets, flashing their badges

But maybe we don't want to be found

Maybe we don't want to be found



Let's keep hiding, all quiet like

They'll keep seeking

But they won't find us

Let's keep living our quiet lives

You and I

You and I



And the ranger stream out of their cabins

They are the hunters, we are the rabbits

And maybe we don't want to be found

Maybe we don't want you tracking us down



The rangers stream out of their cabins

Raising their muskets, flashing their badges

But maybe we don't want to be found

Maybe we don't want to be found