Aimee Mann - Invisible Ink lyrics
[Aimee Mann - Invisible Ink lyrics]
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 clichéd, 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 clichéd, 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
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 clichéd, 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 clichéd, 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