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