Rangers – A Fine Frenzy – letras

The paths have been crossedThe crumbs are gone and the way, and the way is lostMelancholy phantoms light our skinsPoison apples falling with the windHear the sigh of the treesThose who enter here never leaveAnd the rangers stream out to their cabinsThey are the huntersWe are the rabbitsMaybe we don’t want to be foundMaybe we don’t want to be foundFurther in the moor we goSaddest creatures tugging at our clothesCutting through the twilight, sword in handStrangers once united against the landAt the sound of the bellsThey’re pulling paper lanterns from their shelvesAnd the rangers stream out of their cabinsThey are the hunters and we are the rabbitsMaybe we don’t want to be foundMaybe we don’t want you tracking us downThe rangers stream out to their cabinsRaising their musketsFlashing their badgesMaybe we don’t want to be foundMaybe we don’t want to be foundLet’s keep hiding all quiet-likeThey’ll keep seekingBut they won’t find usLet’s keep living a quiet lifeYou and IYou and IThe ranger stream out to their cabinsThey are the hunters,We are the rabbitsAnd Maybe we don’t want to be foundMaybe we don’t want you tracking us downThe rangers stream out to their cabinsRaising their muskets,Flashing their badgesMaybe we don’t want to be foundMaybe we don’t want to be found