![]() ![]() Tekst en muziek: Francis Rossi (1968) ![]() ![]() When I look up to the sky I see your eyes, a funny kind of yellow I rush home to bed, I sunk my head I see your face underneath my pillow I wake next morning, tired, still yawning See your face come peeking 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: gone 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 in the sky, you with the sky You make me cry, your eyes You in the sky, you with the sky You make me cry, your eyes ![]() Pictures of matchstick men and Pictures of matchstick men and Pictures of matchstick men and Pictures of matchstick men ![]() ![]() |