I feel exactly like a matchstick in relation to you   thin and broken   and nothing i can say or do   will make you switch the tv off   and look up   look up      sail away, sail away from me o son   i count your sticks and all your toys   your laughter in the background noise   we won't give up   i'm gonna promise you something else   not some kind of broken loves      children swing   to and fro   do you ever wonder   where did the summer go?   now i'm counting the tvs and counting the stars   it's so unfunny, i don't know where you are anymore   i don't know were you are anymore