Rangers - A Fine Frenzy

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

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 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 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 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