Текст песни Pictures Of Matchstick Men

Oh Ah Oh Ah When I look up to the sky I see your eyes in a funny kind of yellow I rush to bed I soak my head I see your face underneath my pillow I wake next morning tossed and yawning I see your face come peeping through my window Oh no Oh Ah Oh Ah Pictures of matchstick men and you Images of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you Oh Ah Oh Ah Windows echo your reflection When I look in their direction Gone Yeah they're gone When will this haunting stop Your face just won't leave me alone Oh no Pictures of matchstick men and you Images of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you Oh you're in the sky You're with this guy You make men cry, you lie Pictures of matchstick men I can see those matchstick men