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

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 it'self has a
Mind to serve the other
But 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 (oh my God)
The shuffling at the floor (no one came)
A mind that knows it'self
(to our side) is a mind that knows much
More (to carry us away from danger)
So we run back (oh my God)
Scrambling for cover (no one came)
A mind that knows
(to our side) it'self has a mind to kill
The other (to carry us away from danger)

Oh my God you left us now for dead
You left us now for dead