in the sun it s hard to measure what is pain and what is pleasure spent a lifetime separating all the termoil 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 t 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 don t come runnin out lost with no arrows just shadows in my heat some things are hard to fathom they come down right to the atom got no time for borrowed stories got no time for borrowed fashion either way i just can t 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 don t 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 colourless skies never said that we didn t 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