Pictures Of Matchstick Men

When I look up to the sky

I see your eyes, a funny kind of yellow

I rush home to bed, I sunk my head

I see your face underneath my pillow

I wake next morning, tired still yawning

See your face come peeking through my window



Pictures of matchstick men and you

Mirages of matchstick men and you

All I ever see is them and you



Windows echo your reflection

When I look in their direction gone

When will this haunting stop

Your face, it just won't leave me alone



Pictures of matchstick men and you

Mirages of matchstick men and you

All I ever see is them and you



You in the sky, you with the sky

You make men cry, you lie



You in the sky, you with the sky

You make men cry, you lie



Picture of matchstick men and

Picture of matchstick men and

Picture of matchstick men and