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