Pictures Of Matchstick Men - Original Version - Status Quo

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 in the sky, you with this guy

You make men cry, you lie

You in the sky, you with this guy

You make men cry, you lie

Pictures of matchstick men

Pictures of matchstick men

Pictures of matchstick men

Pictures of matchstick men