The Mistress Witch from McClure (or, The Mind That Knows Itself) - Sufjan Stevens

And the winter moves about Illinois

When my sister picks a fight with the Alexander boy

And my father locks the car by the store

Still we figure out the keys and follow him once more

Oh my God we see it on the floor

The woman on the bed the ankle brace she wore

Stones and sled it could have been some other

The mind that knows itself has a mind to serve the other

And we run back scratching at the door

Scratching at the door

If I'm hiding in the sleeves of my coat

When my father runs undressed he's pointing at my throat

And my brother has a fit in the snow

And the traffic stops for miles we take him by the elbow

Oh my God the shuffling at the floor

Oh my God

A mind that knows itself is a mind that knows much more

So we run back scrambling for cover

A mind that knows itself has a mind to kill the other

Oh my God he left us now for dead

He left us now for dead