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 Illlustration 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