If only worry could make a change
and suddenly our world would take new shape
On miles and miles of green screens
Love hangs on, invisible strings
So roll up you sleeves
this could take some time
everything waits on assembly lines
But not here, in the emergence of plans
we'll be surrounded by hands
Story board outlines our scape
and second guesses will be erased
on the carding room everything falls into place
If only our future could contain
and suddenly our past would have no say
In the emergence of film
pouring over ahead
our bodies lean how to feel
And somehow the screen embodies every appeal
as the orchestra so sweetly reveals
and the back ground artist is curious there
And a complimentary pair
and we're on the edge of our seats.
We're on the edge of our seats.
Until the end.