Pictures of Matchstick Men — текст песни (camper van beethoven)

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, Im 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

Therere faces haunting me

Your face just wont leave me alone

Pictures of matchstick men and you

Images of matchstick men and you

Alls I ever see is them and you

Youre in the sky

Youre with the sky

You make men cry

You are, youre in the sky

Youre with the sky

You make men cry

Pictures of matchstick men . . .