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
Rangers (Live at the House of Blues) by A Fine Frenzy | Lyricster