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