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
See your face come peeping through my windowPictures of matchstick men and you
Mirages of matchstick men and you
All I ever see is them and youWindows echo your reflection
When I look in their direction now
When will this haunting stop?
Your face it just won't leave me alonePictures of matchstick men and you
Mirages of matchstick men and you
All I ever see is them and youYou're in the sky and with the sky
You make men cry, you lie
You're in the sky and with the sky
You make men cry, you liePictures of matchstick men and
Pictures of matchstick men and you
Pictures of matchstick men and
Pictures of matchstick men and