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


Yeah Yeah

Broken loves

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah etc


Sail away

Sail on back to me and then (yeah yeah)

I'll keep your sticks and all your toys

I'll keep you in the background noise

Yeah we don't give up

And I am gonna find you something else

Like some kind of broken loves


Broken loves


Broken loves Oh oh oh oh