CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Sunday (Finale)
Dot, why did write these words?
They are your words, George. The words you uttered so often when you worked.
"Order. Design. Tension. Composition. Balance. Light." Dot, I cannot read this word.
"Harmony."[ALL]
Sunday
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Purple yellow red gra**
As we pa**
Through arrangements of shadows
Towards the verticals of tree
Forever[GEORGE, spoken]
"So much love in his words...
Forever with his colors...
How George looks...
He can look forever...
What does he see?
His eyes so dark and shiny...
So careful...
So exact..."[ALL]
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Orange violet ma**
Of the gra**
In our perfect park
Made of flecks of light
And dark
And parasols
People strolling through the trees
Of a small suburban park
On an island in the river
On an ordinary Sunday
Sunday
Sunday
"White. A blank page or canvas. His favorite. So many possibilities..."
They are your words, George. The words you uttered so often when you worked.
"Order. Design. Tension. Composition. Balance. Light." Dot, I cannot read this word.
"Harmony."[ALL]
Sunday
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Purple yellow red gra**
As we pa**
Through arrangements of shadows
Towards the verticals of tree
Forever[GEORGE, spoken]
"So much love in his words...
Forever with his colors...
How George looks...
He can look forever...
What does he see?
His eyes so dark and shiny...
So careful...
So exact..."[ALL]
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Orange violet ma**
Of the gra**
In our perfect park
Made of flecks of light
And dark
And parasols
People strolling through the trees
Of a small suburban park
On an island in the river
On an ordinary Sunday
Sunday
Sunday
"White. A blank page or canvas. His favorite. So many possibilities..."
