The Woods

I asked Saint Christopher

To find your sister

And she ran out in the woods

And she ran out in the woodsOh, it was autumn, and

We were trying to stop the winter

Killing all it could

Killing all it couldAnd I pray aloud for you

And I look out for youWe are what we are

Don't need no excuses

For the scars

From our mothersAnd we know what we know

'Cause we're made of all the little bones

Of our fathersAnd I pray aloud for you

And I look out for youAnd I pray aloud for you

And I look out for youI asked Saint Christopher

To find your sister

She ran out in the woods

'Cause she ran out in the woods.