Texty: Blue Nile. Broken Loves.

I feel exactly like a matchstick in relation to you
Thin and broken

Nothin' I can seem to do
Make you switch the TV off
Oh look up

Sail away, sailin' away from me also
I count your sticks and all your toys
You're laughin' in the background noise
We won't give up
I'm gonna give you somethin' else
That's some kind of broken loves

Children swing to and fro
Do you ever wonder, where did the summer go?
Countin' the TV's and countin' the stars
It's so litle unfunny I don't know where you are anymore
I don't know where you are anymore

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 somethin' else
There's some kind of broken loves, yeah broken loves
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Sail away, sail on back to me and then
I'll keep your sticks and all your toys
And I'll keep you in the background noise
Yeah we don't give up
And I'm gonna find you somethin' else
Like some kind of broken loves, broken loves

Broken loves, broken loves