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 ....