Every night we sketch a storyboard
Drawings spread across the bed
Deciphering the day ahead and conversations
Sequences and camera angles
You're using charcoal and felt-tips
I'm posing mannequins to map it all out
The imaginary camera work
Kicking leaves up in the cul-de-sacs
Where every road's a movie set
And every conversation has been pre-approved
And road-tested by focus groups
And here, back in real life at our desks
Still imagining we're filming on sets
Where the cameras film in single takes
So you pick out locations and directions for the cast
I'll be learning lines for all occasions that arise
We'll imagine clapperboards for every single scene in our day-to-day lives
And you'll find continuity from one clip to the next
I'll be free to improvise as long as it complies with an overall view
Where the cameras always follow you
And it's enchanting in a certain way
Every word is magnified
Every look considered
Yet we're bordering on obsession on directing
Alongside fictitious camera crews that film
Imaginary plots that never work through
When the cameras never follow you
So you could leave the stories and the dialogue to chance
I'll be free to improvise and take things as they come and
We'll keep up an open mind for every single scene in our day-to-day lives
And we'll find continuity from one day to the next
No-one needs a storyboard to tell us what we should have known all along
That the cameras follow everyone