• 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