Lyrics Beautiful - Barbara Bryne feat. Mandy Patinkin

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.