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