A Fine Frenzy – Rangers (Guitar)

    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