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