The New Matthew - Custard

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 my mica- mica phone 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

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 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