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,
He never lies or he picks up his phone
Sometimes in the pouring rain
He'll fall mud and then get back up again
If you find me, will you love me?
Will you take me?
Or will you fall?
Here is my date, here are my new shoes.
He is a fine new addition, so young and so clean
So young and clean
Came up through the water
Without a sound,
With my back to the shoreline-
Dreamt that he drowned,
Dreamt that he drowned
Sometimes he looks at me
I know he needs you more than he sees.
If I believe you, will it kill me?
Will you help me?
Or watch me fall?
If I have fix you,
Will you hate me?
Will you find this?
Let us fall