Taken Songtext
von Anna Meredith

Forecast failing
The heat they said would sweep the land has failed to touch the cold that lines the sides of these four walls with
Goodwill trailing
And all our money running out; what seemed a good idea has fast become a fraying waste of time
Sunset staling
Was meant to be this nice idea; it′s not the moment that we hoped, we'd check our phones, our eyes could meet
Brainstorm sharing
Could be the story that we tell ourselves to dam the flood and wash away the legends that we built
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


Forecast failing
The heat they said would sweep the land has failed to touch the cold that lines the sides of these four walls with
Goodwill trailing
And all our money running out; what seemed a good idea has fast become a fraying waste of time
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Taken, taken, taken, taken, taken

Forecast failing
The heat they said would sweep the land has failed to touch the cold that lines the sides of these four walls with
Goodwill trailing
And all our money running out; what seemed a good idea has fast become a fraying waste of time
Tension fleeting
Of always everything to say; the space between our walls gets longer as the noise our silence built
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Taken, taken, taken, taken