Francis Rossi - Pictures of Matchstick Men lyrics

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, tired, still yawning See your face come peeping 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 Mirages of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you You're in the sky and with the sky You make men cry, you lie You're in the sky and with the sky You make men cry, you lie Pictures of matchstick men and Pictures of matchstick men and you Pictures of matchstick men and Pictures of matchstick men