Rangers
The paths have been crossed
The crumbs are gone and the way, and the way is lost
Melancholy phantoms light our skins
Poison apples falling with the wind
Hear the sigh of the trees
Those who enter here never leave
And the rangers stream out to their cabins
They are the hunters
We are the rabbits
Maybe we don’t want to be found
Maybe we don’t want to be found
Further in the moor we go
Saddest 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
And the rangers stream out of their cabins
They are the hunters and we are the rabbits
Maybe we don’t want to be found
Maybe we don’t want you tracking us down
The rangers stream out to their cabins
Raising their muskets
Flashing their badges
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 a quiet life
You and I
You and I
The ranger stream out to 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 to their cabins
Raising their muskets,
Flashing their badges
Maybe we don’t want to be found
Maybe we don’t want to be found