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