Invisible Ink Aimee Mann
"Invisible Ink" by Aimee Mann, released in 2017, is a #Rock ballad exploring themes of unexpressed emotions, longing, and the struggle to communicate feelings. The lyrics reflect on the challenges of connection and vulnerability. Musically, it features poignant melodies and introspective lyrics. The song resonates with listeners for its relatable themes of isolation and the complexities of relationships.
[Verse 1]
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 illustration 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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
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 illustration 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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
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