Pictures of Matchstick Men

When I look up to the sky I see your eyes A funny kind of yellow Rush home to bed I soak my head I see your face underneath my pillow I woke next morning Tired, still yawning See your face looking through my window Pictures of matchstick men and you

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