Status Quo - Pictures of Matchstick Men

When I look up to the skyI see your eyes, a funny kind of yellowI rush home to bed, I soak my headI see your face underneath my pillowOh, I wake next morning, tired, still yawningSee your face come peeping through my windowPictures of matchstick men and youMirages of matchstick men and youAll I ever see is them and youWindows echo your reflectionWhen I look in their direction, goWhen will this haunting stop?Your face, it just won't leave me alonePictures of matchstick men and youMirages of matchstick men and youAll I ever see is them and youYou're in the sky and with the skyYou make men cry, you lieYou're in the sky and with the skyYou make men cry, you lieYou're in the sky and with the skyYou make men cry, you lieYou're in the sky and with the skyYou make men cry, you liePictures of matchstick men, ohPictures of matchstick men and youPictures of matchstick menPictures of matchstick men and youPictures of matchstick men, ohPictures of matchstick men and youPictures of matchstick menPictures of matchstick men and you