I feel exactly like a matchstick in relation to you Thin and broken. And nothing I can seem There´s Nothing I can seem to do
Make you switch the TV off To Make you switch the TV off And look up Oh look up Look up
Sail away Sailing away from me also I count your sticks and all your toys You´re laughing in the background noise We won´t give up I´m going to give you something else That´s some kind of broken words
Children swing, to and fro Do you ever wonder, where did the summer go? Counting The TV´s and counting the stars It´s so unfunny I don´t know where you are any more
I don´t know where you are any more
Sail away Sail on back to me envy I count your sticks and all your toys Your laughter in the background noise Please don´t give up I am gonna promise you something else Some kind of broken loves