Key: C
Introduction: Am C Am C
Am C
The paths have been crossed
Am C
The crumbs are gone and the way, and the way is lost
Am C
Melancholy phantoms eye our skins
Am C
Poison apples falling with the wind
Gm C
Hear the sigh of the trees
Gm C
Those who enter here never leave
C
And the rangers stream out of their cabins
G
They are the hunters we are the rabbits
F
Maybe we don't want to be found
G
Maybe we don't want to be found
Am C
Further in and on we go
Am C
Sightless creatures tugging at our clothes
Am C
Cutting through the twilight, sword in hand
Am C
Strangers once united against the land
Gm C
At the sound of the bells
Gm C
They're pulling paper lanterns from their shelves
C
And the rangers stream out of their cabins
G
They are the hunters we are the rabbits
F
Maybe we don't want to be found
G
Maybe we don't want you tracking us down
C
The rangers stream out of their cabins
G
Raising their muskets flashing their badges
F
Maybe we don't want to be found
G
Maybe we don't want to be found
Dm Am G
They keep hiding a quiet like
Dm
They'll keep sneaking
Am G
But they won't find us
Dm Am G
They'll keep living a quiet life
C G
You and I
C G
You and I
C
And the rangers stream out of their cabins
G
They are the hunters we are the rabbits
F
Maybe we don't want to be found
G
Maybe we don't want you tracking us down
C
The rangers stream out of their cabins
G
Raising their muskets flashing their badges
F
Maybe we don't want to be found
G
Maybe we don't want to be found