Take - The Colourfield
Written by：Lyons/Terry Hall
I took the passion from compassion
I needed the rest
From telling you 'you look attractive'
Each time you undressed
You didn't help matters much
As you walked out my life
Without leaving the key
You squeezed the good from the strounchol
The good from the bad
Like the 36 pieces of cheap cookery
You just take you just take
You just take pile on the agony
You just take
You just take
You just take
Pile on the agony
I bet you're in a bed of roses
Lying in a heap
Surrounded by your new possessions
So tasteless and cheap
And I am desperately lonely and certainly homely
With nothing to do
Because the lux and the match and the Friday nights stacks
Were just some of the things I gave up for you
You just take you just take
You just take pile on the agony
You just take
You just take
You just take
Pile on the agony
But me and the cat own the lease on the flat
And nothing you do will ever change that
The milk is still delivered we sit by the fire
You could say that we're having the time of our lives
You've taken passion from compassion
You've taken the bliss
And done it all for independence
But there's no such things
And I still stand here and stare at the chair over there
Where you used to sit
And I could get some one into sit there in your place
But they wouldn't fit
You just take you just take
You just take pile on the agony
You just take
You just take
You just take
Pile on the agony
You just take
You just take
You just take
Pile on the agony
You just take
You just take
You just take
Pile on the agony
But me and the cat will live in the flat
And nothing you do will ever change that
The milk is still delivered we sit by the fire
You could say that we're having the time of our lives
But me and the cat will live in the flat
And nothing you do will ever change that
The milk is still delivered we sit by the fire
You troubled be we're having the time of our lives
