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 soak my head
I see your face underneath my pillow
I wake next morning, tired, still yawning
I see your face looking through my window
Pictures of matchstick men and you
Images of matchstick men and you
All I ever see is them and
Windows echo your reflection
When I look in their direction now
Your faded face is haunting me
Your face just won't leave me alone
Pictures of matchstick men and you
Images of matchstick men and you
All I ever see is them and you
You're in the sky, you're with the sky
You make men cry, you lie
You're in the sky, you're with the sky
You make men cry
Pictures of matchstick men
Pictures of matchstick men
Pictures of matchstick men
Pictures of matchstick men
Pictures of matchstick men
Pictures of matchstick men
Pictures of matchstick men
Pictures of matchstick men