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, I'm still yawning
I see your face looking through my window
Pictures of matchstick men and you
Mirages of matchstick men and you
All I ever see is them and you

Windows echo your reflection
When I look in their direction, now
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'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, you lie

Pictures of matchstick men
Pictures of matchstick men and you
Pictures of matchstick men