Lyrics:

Changing
It keeps changing
I see towers
Where there were trees
Going
All the stillness
The solitude
Georgie
Sundays
Disappearing
All the time
When things were beautiful...

All things are beautiful
Mother
All trees, all towers
Beautiful
That tower—
Beautiful, Mother
See?
A perfect tree

Pretty isn't beautiful, Mother
Pretty is what changes
What the eye arranges
Is what is beautiful

Fading...

I'm changing...
You're changing...

It keeps fading...

I'll draw us now before we fade
Mother

It keeps melting before our eyes

You watch
While I revise the world

Changing
As we sit here—
Quick, draw it all, Georgie!

Sundays—

Disappearing
As we look

Look!...
Look!...

You make it beautiful
(spoken)
Oh, Georgie, how I long for the old view.