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, Im 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 Therere faces haunting me Your face just wont leave me alone Pictures of matchstick men and you Images of matchstick men and you Alls I ever see is them and you Youre in the sky Youre with the sky You make men cry You are, youre in the sky Youre with the sky You make men cry Pictures of matchstick men . . .