The paths
have been crossed
The calls are gone and the way underway is lost
Melancholy phantoms, I askin'
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
wanna be found Maybe we don't wanna be found
Further in,
the more we go Sightless creatures,
stuck in our clothes
Cutting through the
twilight sword in hand
Strangers once united against the land
Hear
the sound
of the bells
The boiling paper lanterns from the shelves
And the rangers stream out to the cabins They are the hunters,
we are the rabbits
And maybe we don't wanna be found
Maybe we don't want what's tracking us down
The
rangers stream out to the cabins Raising their muskets,
flashing their badges
But maybe we don't wanna be found Maybe we don't wanna 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 rangers stream out to the cabins Raising their muskets,
flashing their badges
But maybe we don't wanna be found
Maybe we don't wanna be found