Текст песни Pictures Of Matchstick Men

When I look up to the skies 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 peaking 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 gone When will this haunting stop Your face it just wont leave me a-lone Pictures of matchstick men and you Mirages of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you You in the sky you with this guy you make men cry you lie You in the sky you with this guy you make men cry you lie Pictures of matchstick men, pictures of matchstick...