Beautiful

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