The Woods
I asked Saint ChristopherTo find your sisterAnd she ran out in the woodsAnd she ran out in the woods
Oh, it was certain thenAnd we were trying to stop the winterKilling all it couldKilling all it could
And I pray a lot for youAnd I look out for you
We are what we areDon't need no excusesFor the scarsFrom our mothers
And we know what we know'Cause we're made of all the little bonesOf our fathers
And I pray a lot for youAnd I look out for you
And I pray a lot for youAnd I look out for you
I asked Saint ChristopherTo find your sisterShe ran out in the woods'Cause she ran out in the woods