The paths have been crossed The crumbs are gone and the way, and the way is lost Melancholy phantoms eye 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 of 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 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 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 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
The ranger scream out of their cabins They are the hunters, 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 of their cabins Raising their muskets, Flashing their badges Maybe we don't want to be found Maybe we don't want to be found