[OLD LADY]
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...
[GEORGE]
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
[OLD LADY]
Fading
[GEORGE]
I'm changing
You're changing
[OLD LADY]
It keeps fading...
[GEORGE]
I'll draw us now before we fade
Mother
[OLD LADY]
It keeps melting
Before our eyes
[GEORGE]
You watch
While I revise the world
[OLD LADY]
Changing
As we sit here
Quick, draw it all
Georgie...
[OLD LADY/GEORGE]
Sundays-
[OLD LADY]
Disappearing
As we look
[GEORGE]
Look! Look!
[OLD LADY]
You make it beautiful
Oh, Georgie, how I long for the old view