Invisible Ink

Artists : Aimee Mann : 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've 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 might take for magic at first glace
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 ought to 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

Well, nobody wants to hear this tale
The plot is cliched, the jokes are stale
And baby we've heard it all before
Oh, I could get specific but
Nobody needs a catalog
With details of a love I can't sell anymore

And aside from that
This chain of reaction, baby, is losing a link
Though I'd hope you know what
I tried to tell you, and if you don't
I could draw you a picture
In invisible ink

Well, nobody wants to hear this tale
The plot is cliched, the jokes are stale
And baby we've heard it all before
Oh, I could get specific but
Nobody needs a catalog
With details of a love I can't sell anymore