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