Pictures of Matchstick Men – Camper Van Beethoven – letras

When I look up to the skyI see your eyesA funny kind of yellowRush home to bedI soak my headI see your face underneath my pillowI wake next morningI’m still yawningI see your face looking through my windowPictures of matchstick men and youImages of matchstick men and youAlls I ever see is them and youWindows echo your reflectionWhen I look in their direction nowThere your face is haunting meYour face just won’t leave me alonePictures of matchstick men and youImages of matchstick men and youAlls I ever see is them and youYou’re in the skyYou’re with the skyYou make men cryYou are, you’re in the skyYou’re with the skyYou make men cry