Pictures Of Matchstick Men Lyrics

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're faces 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 . . .