Tom: G
Intro:
If only worry could make it change, then suddenly our world would take new shape
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C G D C G D
on miles and miles of green screens love hangs on invisible strings.
G Em Bm
So roll up your sleeves, this could take some time.
G Em Bm
Everything waits on assembly lines - but not here.
G Em Bm G Em Bm
In the emergence of plan, we'll be surrounded by hands.
C G D C G D
The storyboard outlines our escape and second guesses will be erased;
C G D Em D/F# G
on the cutting room floor everything falls into place.
Intro
If only our futures could be tamed, then suddenly our past would have no say.
G Em Bm G Em Bm
And in the emergence of film, pouring overhead, our bodies relearn how to feel.
C D Em D C D Em D
And somehow the screen embodies every ideal as the orchestra so sweetly reveals,
C D Em D C D Em D
and the background artist carries us there, all the conflict compliments repair.
C G D
And we're all on the edge of our seats,
C G D
and we're all on the edge of our seats
Strings
C G D
Intro
...until the end.
