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