Camper Van Beethoven - Pictures Of Matchstick Men lyrics

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, i'm 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 There're faces haunting me Your face just won't leave me alone Pictures of matchstick men and you Images of matchstick men and you Alls 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 Pictures of matchstick men . . .