The Woods - Daughter

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 aloud 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 aloud for you

And I look out for you

And I pray aloud for you

And I look out for you

I asked Saint Christopher

To find your sister

And she ran out in the woods

'Cause she ran out in the woods