Wanted to buy you things
Wanted to be my own driver
Wanted to do something hard
To prove that I could work harder
Now when she calls my name
I will pretend I don't hear her
Georgia you're not to blame for
All of the shame you've got harboured, oh
Did you see the avalanche?
'Cause I did not feel it coming
When we were done with the aftermath
I awoke to find myself still running
So now when she calls my name
I just pretend I don't hear
Georgia you're not to blame for
All of the things you're afraid of
Oh, oh
Then all this guilt kicks in, whenever I picture
Myself at something like five years old
Dreams only getting bigger and braver and clearer
So now when she calls my name
I really don't even hear her
Georgia it's such a shame that
I couldn't give you that future
Oh, oh, oh, oh