آهنگ: Soundtrack Artists. Sunday (reprise).

[[George]]
Dot, why did you write these words?

[[Dot]]
They are your words George. The ones you muttered so often when you worked.

[[George]]
"Order"
"Design"
"Tension"
"Composition"
"Balance"
"Light"
Dot, I cannot read this word

[[Dot]]
Harmony

[[George]]
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]]
Sunday
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Purple yellow red grass,
As we pass
Through arrangements of shadows

Towards the verticals of tree

Forever
By the blue
Purple yellow red water
On the green
Orange violet mass
Of the grass

[[Dot]]
In our perfect park

[[George]]
Made of flecks of light
And dark

[[All]]
And Parasols...

People strolling through the trees
Of a small suburban park
On an island in the river
On an ordinary Sunday...
Sunday...

[[George]]
White. A blank page of canvas. His favorite. So many possibilities...