( Rossi )



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 ....