Georgia, georgia I love your son

When he gets older, he might be the one

He might be the one

Georgia, georgia he has beautiful bones

And he never lies or picks up his phone.

Sometimes in the pouring rain

He'll fall in the mud and get back up again

And if you find me

Will you know me

Will you take me

Or will you fall.

Here is my day plan, my new machine

He is a fine new addition, so young and so clean

So young and so clean

He came up through the water without a sound

With my back to the shoreline, I dreamt that he drowned

I dreamt that he drowned.

Sometimes when he looks at me

I know that he needs you, you're all that he sees

And if I had breathed you

Will it kill me

Will you have me

Or watch me fall

If I had fixed you

Will you hate me

Would you fuck this

And let us fall.