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