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 sunk my head

I see your face underneath my pillow

I wake next morning, tired still yawning

See your face come peeking through my window

Pictures of matchstick men and you

Images of matchstick men and you

All I ever see is them and you

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

Images of matchstick men and you

All I ever see is them and you

You in the sky, you with the sky

You make me cry, your eyes

You in the sky, you with the sky

You make me cry, your eyes

Picture of matchstick men and

Picture of matchstick men and

Picture of matchstick men and