Little Lost

You cannot see what is in front of you If you could would you know what to do Where is your imagination your love of now You have confused it with your anger somehow Under your covers you’re frightened to live Think you can take without daring to give Mixing priorities like coloured paints Producing no future your rainbow’s to fade Little lost, little lost Life is made of stepping stones and blues When you miss water gets in your shoes But ahead you’ll always find dry land To cross the river someone gives you a hand There is a force that is greater than us Fate plays its cards and they’re dealt with no fuss Games are continuous move to the next Sometimes you lose it depends on the deck Under your covers you’re frightened to live Think you can take without daring to give Mixing priorities like coloured paints Producing no future your rainbow’s to fade Ooh little lost, little lost, little lost --- Little Lost - Matt Deighton