Okkervil River Follow

This red-haired girl of mine tore a pinecone from the pine
to cut into her palm, singing the song her sinking lover sung
I shut my eyes, ripped the train from off the line
but a sudden gust of snow blew through a hole in my girl's clothes
Well, my girl knows she�s not all right
and I don�t mind.
Just give me time, baby, give me time.

Her stinging eyes, and her sixteen-hour drive, and our shared, transparent rope
and our icy dive through hope I�ll memorize, and I�ll cut into my mind
I can�t believe it can be so
I won�t believe that my girl froze

Well, my girl knows I�m coiled tight and green inside
Just give me time, baby, give me time

And that weight you hold, it�s getting light
and, love, I know you�ll raise it easily up high
Just give it time, just give it time

Oh baby, just give it time.