The paths have been crossed 

The crows are gone and the way and the way is lost 

Melancholy phantoms eye our 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 and 

Maybe we don't want to be found 

Maybe we don't want to be found 



Further in the hole we go 

Silent 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 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 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 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