Album Cover No Arrows

No Arrows

Sam Roberts

8

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