Camper Van Beethoven – Pictures of Matchstick Men lyrics
When I look up to the sky
I see your eyes
A funny kind of yellowRush home to bed
I soak my head
I see your face underneath my pillowI woke next morning
Tired, still yawning
See your face looking through my windowPictures of matchstick men and you
Images of matchstick men and you
All I ever see is them and youWindows echo your reflection
When I look in their direction now
There your face is haunting me
Your face just won’t leave me alonePictures of matchstick men and you
Images of matchstick men and you
All I ever see is them and youYou’re in the sky
You’re with the sky
You make men cry
You are, you’re in the sky
You’re with the sky
You make men cryPictures of matchstick men
Pictures of matchstick men…
