The New Matthew

From what I hear
We are lucky
We're surrounded
And we definitely are alone
In our corner
Of the galaxy
It's the milky way
And from here
I can spy on
And observe
The place where I was definitely born
Tell the truth, you never lie
And please make sure
All our mica-micaphone is on
With you
On the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday

Oh please, stop crying
Now you're crying
I think your timing is possibly wrong
Never careful with money
But for money we could be careful
All alone with you
On the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday
With you, Matthew
On the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday

We are blessed with electronics
But don't go swimming on your own
And you can't sleep here
Cos we're living
And we're dying
In the spaces by the side of the road
Tire tracks and mudcaked footwear
Now we're lost
And very, very, very far from home
With you
On the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday
With you, Matthew
On the radio
It's because she works
That we might not go away on holiday