The paths have been crossed
It comes and goes and is lost
Melancholy phantoms light of skin

Poison apples falling with the wind

Hear the sigh of the trees

Those who enter here never leave

And the rangers stream out to the 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 a bell
The emerging lanterns from their shells


The rangers stream out to the cabins
They are the hunters and we are the rabbits

Maybe we don't want to be found
Maybe we don't you tracking us down


The rangers stream out to the 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 stream out to 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 to the cabins
Raising their muskets,
Flashing their badges

Maybe we don't want to be found
Maybe we don't want to be found