Rangers

The paths have been crossed
The crumbs are gone and the way and the way is lost
Melancholy phantoms eye our skins
And 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
And maybe we don't want to be found
Maybe we don't want to be found

Further in the hole 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 rebells
They're running away but land turns from the shells

And the rangers stream
Out of the 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 the cabins
Raising their muskets
Flashing their badges
But maybe we don't want to be found
Maybe we don't want to be found

They keep hiding a quiet like
They'll keep sneaking
But they won't find us
They'll keep living a quiet life
You and I
You and I

And the rangers stream
Out of the 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 the cabins
Raising their muskets
Flashing their badges
Well, maybe we don't want to be found
Maybe we don't want to be found