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
Oh
Georgie
How I long for the old view