Sleeping At Last - Green Screens lyrics
[Sleeping At Last - Green Screens lyrics]
Everything wait's 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