The Woods

I asked Saint Christopher

To find your sister

And she ran out in the woods

And she ran out in the woods

Oh it was certain then

And we were trying to stop the winter

Killing all it could

Killing all it could

And I pray a lot for you

And I look out for you

We are what we are

Don't need no excuses

For the scars

From our mothers

And we know what we know

Cause we're made of

All the little bones of our fathers

And I pray a lot for you

And I look out for you

And I pray a lot for you

And I look out for you

I asked Saint Christopher

To find your sister

She ran out in the woods

Cause she ran out in the woods