| Song | Pantomime |
| Artist | Incubus |
| Album | Incubus HQ Live Deluxe Edition |
| In my fantasy, | |
| I’m a pantomime | |
| I’ll just move my hands and everyone sees what | |
| I meanWords are too messy and it’s way past time | |
| To hand in my mouth, paint my face white and try | |
| To reinvent the sea, one wave at a time | |
| Speak without my voice | |
| And see the world by candlelight, light | |
| I ain’t afraid to let it out | |
| I’m not afraid to take that fall | |
| But I've found beyond all doubt | |
| We say more, | |
| I say nothing at all | |
| In my fantasy, no such thing as time | |
| Minutes bleed into days, avant garde | |
| I'd show me your heresies and | |
| I’ll show you mine | |
| We only speak in pantomimes on this carpet ride, ride | |
| I ain’t afraid to let it out | |
| I'm not afraid to take that fall | |
| But I've found beyond all doubt | |
| We say more by saying nothing at all | |
| By nothing at all | |
| In my fantasy, you look good, entwined | |
| In my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine | |
| You’re my deep secret, | |
| I’m your pantomime | |
| I’ll just move my hands, | |
| I promise you’ll see what | |
| I mean |
| In my fantasy, | |
| I' m a pantomime | |
| I' ll just move my hands and everyone sees what | |
| I meanWords are too messy and it' s way past time | |
| To hand in my mouth, paint my face white and try | |
| To reinvent the sea, one wave at a time | |
| Speak without my voice | |
| And see the world by candlelight, light | |
| I ain' t afraid to let it out | |
| I' m not afraid to take that fall | |
| But I' ve found beyond all doubt | |
| We say more, | |
| I say nothing at all | |
| In my fantasy, no such thing as time | |
| Minutes bleed into days, avant garde | |
| I' d show me your heresies and | |
| I' ll show you mine | |
| We only speak in pantomimes on this carpet ride, ride | |
| I ain' t afraid to let it out | |
| I' m not afraid to take that fall | |
| But I' ve found beyond all doubt | |
| We say more by saying nothing at all | |
| By nothing at all | |
| In my fantasy, you look good, entwined | |
| In my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine | |
| You' re my deep secret, | |
| I' m your pantomime | |
| I' ll just move my hands, | |
| I promise you' ll see what | |
| I mean |