F# B And the winter moves about D#m C# Illinois, when my sister picks a fight with the Alexander F# B Boy and my father locks the car D#m B by the store, still we figure out the keys and follow him once more Chorus: B F# C# Oh my God. We see it on the floor G# B The woman on the bed. The ankle brace she wore F# C# Stones and sled. It could've been some other G# The mind that knows itself has a mind to say the B other F# C# But we run back, scratching at the door C# 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 Chorus: Oh my God (oh my God), the shuffling at the floor (no one came) A mind that knows itself (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) itself 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 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsB C# D#m F# G# |