Pictures of Matchstick Men
When I look up to the skies
I see your eyes, a funny kind of yellow
I rush home to bed, I soak my head
I see your face underneath my pillow
I wake next morning tired, still yawning
See your face come peaking through my window
Pictures of matchstick men and you
Mirages of matchstick men and you
All I ever see is them and you
(Instrumental break)
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 this guy
You make men cry
You lie
You in the sky
You with this guy
You make men cry
You lie
(Instrumental break)
Pictures of matchstick men
Pictures of matchstick men
