Alba s touto skladbou:
Sounds That Can't Be Made,
Lost In Space,
Dystopia Lane,
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've made it appear
But another illustration
is wasted cuz there ...
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
But some take from magic at first glance
is just sleight of hand
depending how much 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 want angle I oughta look at it from
I suppose I should be happy to be this
... some of the other things I have become
But nobody wants to hear this tale
The plot is cliche - the jokes are stale
and maybe we've all heard it all before
oh I could guess this ...
nobody needs a ...
when details are ... I can't ... anymore
And a sight from the ...
chain of reaction baby is losing a link
Thought I'd hope you'd know that I tried
to tell you and I you don't I could
draw you a picture in invisible ink
But nobody wants to hear this tale
The plot is cliche the jokes are stale
and maybe we've all heard it all before
oh I could guess ...
nobody needs ...
when details are ... I can't ... anymore
(Oooh...)
