Pictures of Matchstick Men

When I look up to the sky

I see your eyes

A funny kind of yellow

Rush home to bed

I soak my head

I see your face underneath my pillow

I wake next morning

I'm still yawning

I see your face looking through my window

Pictures of matchstick men and you

Images of matchstick men and you

Alls I ever see is them and you

Windows echo your reflection

When I look in their direction now

There your face is haunting me

Your face just won't leave me alone

Pictures of matchstick men and you

Images of matchstick men and you

Alls I ever see is them and you

You're in the sky

You're with the sky

You make men cry

You are, you're in the sky

You're with the sky

You make men cry

Pictures of matchstick men . . .