Текст песни Daughter — The woods

I asked saint Christopher
to find your sister
She ran out in the woods
and it was certain then
were trying to stop the winter
killing all they 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
cuz 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
she ran out in the woods