The New Matthew

Lyrics

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 'Cause 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