Fingerprints - Odds

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, yeah, yeah

Most fingerprints, yeah, they are almost gone

I can make up the story, yeah, as it goes along