I know why the writing on her face appears
Because she can't say all the things on her mind
Everyday she begs me
"Please, oh please, you have to understand
And read between all of the lines"

Time goes down the drain, time goes down the drain
Love can be the same

Every morning, she's afraid to wash her face
Because she knows no one could then read her mind
So instead, she passes all her time
By always making sure
That the writing is catching your eyes

Time goes down the drain, time goes down the drain
Love can be the same

When I try to kiss her pretty face
She always shies away
And says, "Some of the ink isn't dry"
And I try so hard to sympathize
But really all I know is that if I can't have her, I'll die

Time goes down the drain, time goes down the drain
Love can be the same

Then one day she looked into the mirror
Only to discover all that she read was a lie
Then she turned to me and said
"My love, I can't decide if I'm going dyslexic or blind"