Phoebe Bridgers все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Coming back from the country
Full of good food and lousy beer
This winter's so dry, and the dirt road so dusty
At the lightest fall of rain, the bacteria bloom
You don't have to be alone to be lonesome
It's easy to forget
The sadness comes crashing like a brick through the window
And it's Christmas so no-one can fix it

[verse 1]
take a dirty picture, babe
i can't sleep and i miss your face
in my hands and in my knees
tell me what you wanna do to me
tell me what you'll do, please

[chorus]

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