The paths have been crossed
*The crumb are gone 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 *stream out of their * cabins
They are the *hunters*
We are the rabbits
Maybe we don't want to be found
Maybe we don't want to be found
Further in the *moor* 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 *bells*
*They're pulling paper lanterns from their shelves*
The rangers *stream out of their* 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 of their* cabins
Raising their muskets
Flashing their badges
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 a quiet life
You and I
You and I
The ranger *stream out of their* 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 *stream out of their* cabins
Raising their muskets,
Flashing their badges
Maybe we don't want to be found
Maybe we don't want to be found
|| print lyrics || correct text || send link