Like ghost games   I conjure up pictures of events in my mind   The swearing and the cannons of laughter   Buzz of static counting out time      What I wish would have happened   I now paint and dress it up well   And send it like truth to the tape   Letting history swell      Fingerprints are all but gone   So I can make up the story as it goes along      There might be the good old days   If all the right things get forgotten   A smile can still be photogenic   If you can't see the molars are rotten      I hope you've had revelations   Since I left you behind   I'll at least pretend that you're happy   To stop guilt from making me come untied since      Fingerprints are all but gone   So I can make up the story as it goes along      Fingerprints are all but gone   So I can make up the story as it goes along, yeah, yeah      Most fingerprints, yeah, they are almost gone   I can make up the story, yeah, as it goes along