Georgia, Georgia, I love your son. And 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. And 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, here’s my new machine. He’s 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. And sometimes when he looks at me, I know he needs you, you’re all that he sees. And if I breathe you, Will it kill me? Will you have me? Or watch me fall… If I fix you, Will you hate me? And would you fuck this, And let us fall…