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