Taken - 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-staring 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 words 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