There comes a time when you swim or sink   So I jumped in the drink   Cuz 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    Cuz 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