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

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

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

Taken…