All these tall, wooden men
Standing thin with countless limbs
They are cut at their necks
So machinery can soar overhead freely
Woo ooo, woo ooo
The wind blows so swiftly through the air tonight
I am sitting on imperfect pine
Despite my best efforts to be wise
To be wise, to be wise, to be wiser
Oh, in this, in this panoramic film
Now, with friends in both hands
My security is only, it's only skin deep
But they pass the time, with simplicity, how I pour
There's no "cut" to end this scene
Let go, let go
The wind blows so swiftly through the air tonight
I am sitting on unpolished pine
Despite my best efforts to be wise
To be wise, to be wise, to be wiser
Oh, in this, in this panoramic
In this panoramic film