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 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 ....