invisible ink

there comes a time when you swim or sink

so i jumped in the drink

'cause i couldn't make myself clear

maybe i wrote in invisible ink

oh

i've tried to think

how i could have made it appear

but another illustration is wasted

'cause the results are the same

i feel like a ghost who's trying to move your hands

over some ouija board in the hopes i can spell out my name

what some take for magic at first glance

is just sleight-of-hand depending on what you believe

something gets lost when you translate

it's hard to keep straight

perspective is everything

and i know now which is which and what angle i oughta look at it from

i suppose i should be happy to be misread

better be that than some of the other things i have become

but nobody wants to hear this tale

the plot is cliched

the jokes are stale

and baby we've all heard it all before

oh

i could get specific but

nobody needs a catalog

with details of love i can't sell anymore

and aside from that

this chain of reaction

baby

is losing a link

though i'd hope you'd know what i tried to tell you

and if you don't i could draw you a picture in invisible ink

but nobody wants to hear this tale

the plot is cliched

the jokes are stale

and baby we've all heard it all before

oh

i could get specific but

nobody needs a catalog

with details of love i can't sell anymore