No Arrows - Sam Roberts

In the sun it's hard to measure
What is pain and what is pleasure
Spent a lifetime separating
All the turmoil from the treasure
We were young and we were Able
Working under the table
Put your pennies in with mine
We can write our own fable
Lost in the fog again, again

Some days it's hard to give her
What she needs I can not deliver
Got no answers on my tongue I
Got no arrows in my quiver
I'm lost in the fog again, again

And you never saw it comin 'now
And the answers do not come runnin'out
Lost with no arrows
Just shadows in my heat

Some things are hard to fathoms
They come right down to the atomic
Got no time for stories Borrowed
Got no time for fashion Borrowed
Either way I just can not figure
How you wrap me 'round your finger
How you keep me under thumb
Find a way to pull the trigger
I'm lost in the fog again, again

And you never saw it comin 'now
And the answers do not come Runnin 'out
Every day you have to find your way
Every single day you have to find your way
There were times we were barely alive
And there were days that we lived under colorless skies
Never said that we did not try
But Realize you can paint it any way you like
I'm lost in the fog again, again

With no arrows
Just shadows in my heat
No shadows
Just arrows in my heart
No shadows
Just arrows in my heart