Pictures Of Matchstick Men - Status Quo

When I look up to the sky
I see your eyes in 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

Oh you're in the sky
You make men cry, you lie