Invisible Ink

Invisible Ink: Unveiling the Silent Symphony of Love and Loss
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Lyrics

There comes a time when you swim or sink

There's a critical point where you either succeed or fail.

So I jumped in the drink

The speaker took a risk or made a significant decision.

'Cause I couldn't make myself clear

Failed communication or expression led to the decision to take action.


Maybe I wrote in invisible ink

Suggests that the speaker's messages were overlooked or ignored.

Oh I've tried to think

The speaker reflects on ways to convey their message.

How I could have made it appear

Frustration over the inability to make a message clear.


But another illustration is wasted

Previous attempts at communication have been futile.

'Cause the results are the same

Repetition of efforts with no change in outcome.

I feel like a ghost who's trying to move your hands

The speaker feels like a transparent entity trying to influence others.

Over some Ouija board in the hopes I can spell out my name

Metaphor involving a ghost using a Ouija board to reveal identity.


What some take for magic at first glance

What may seem magical is just deception, dependent on beliefs.

Is just sleight of hand depending on what you believe

Things are lost in translation; perspective plays a crucial role.

Something gets lost when you translate

The difficulty of maintaining clarity when expressing oneself.

It's hard to keep straight

The challenge of keeping a clear perspective.

Perspective is everything

Emphasizes the importance of perspective in understanding.


And I know now which is which and what angle I oughta look at it from

The speaker now understands the perspectives and angles involved.

I suppose I should be happy to be misread

The speaker is content with being misunderstood.

Better be that than some of the other things I have become

Preferable to being other undesirable things the speaker has become.


But nobody wants to hear this tale

The speaker's story is unappealing to others.

The plot is clichéd, the jokes are stale

Clichéd plot and stale jokes, indicating a lack of interest from the audience.

And baby we've all heard it all before

The story is familiar, and the speaker has shared it before.

Oh I could get specific but

The speaker could provide specific details but believes it's unnecessary.

Nobody needs a catalog

A catalog of love details is not in demand anymore.

With details of love I can't sell anymore

The speaker cannot sell the intricacies of love to the audience.


And aside from that, this chain of reaction,

The consequences of failed communication are causing a chain reaction.

Baby, is losing a link

The chain of events is losing a crucial link.

Though I'd hope you'd know what I tried to tell you

The speaker hopes the listener understands the intended message.

And if you don't I could draw you a picture in invisible ink

The speaker is willing to provide a clear message using metaphorical "invisible ink."


But nobody wants to hear this tale

Reiteration of the unappealing nature of the speaker's story.

The plot is clichéd, the jokes are stale

Highlighting the familiarity and lack of interest in the speaker's narrative.

And baby we've all heard it all before

Repeated acknowledgment of the uninteresting aspects of the speaker's story.

Oh I could get specific but

The speaker could provide specific details, but it's deemed unnecessary.

Nobody needs a catalog

A catalog of love details is not in demand anymore.

With details of love I can't sell anymore

The speaker cannot sell the intricacies of love to the audience.

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