invisible ink
aimee mann
there comes a time when you swim or sink
so i jumped in the dark
because 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
because the results are the same
i feel like a ghost
whose 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 slight 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
but nobody wants to hear this tale
a modest cliche, the jokes are stale
and baby we＇ve all heard it all before
oh, i could get specific but
nobody needs a catalogue
with details of love i can＇t sell anymore
and aside from that this chain of reaction
baby, is loosing a link
though i＇d hoped you＇d know
what i＇m trying to tell you
and if you don＇t i could draw you a picture
in invisible ink
but nobody wants to hear this tale
a modest cliche, the jokes are stale
and baby we＇ve all heard it all before
oh, i could get specific but
nobody needs a catalogue
with details of love i can＇t sell anymore