Green Screens

If only worry could make it change
 Suddenly our world would take new shape
 On miles and miles of green screens
 Love hangs on invisible strings
 So roll up your sleeves
 This could take some time
 Everything waits on assembly lines, but not here
 In the emergence of plan
 We'll be surrounded by hands
 The storyboard outlines our escape
 And second guesses will be erased
 On the cutting room floor
 Everything falls into place
 If only our futures could be tamed
 Suddenly our past would have no say
 And in the emergence of film, pouring overhead
 Our bodies relearn how to feel
 And somehow the screen embodies every ideal
 As the orchestra so sweetly reveals
 And the background artist carries us there
 The conflict compliments repair
 We're all on the edge of our seats
 We're all on the edge of our seats
 Until the end