Rangers

Rangers

A Fine Frenzy

The paths have been crossed

It comes and goes and the way and the way 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 scream out to the cabins

They are the hunted

We are the rabbits

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 running people from their shells

The rangers scream 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 scream 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 scream out to the 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 scream 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