PICTURES OF MATCHSTICK MEN

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 you face underneath my pillow
I wake next morning tired still yawning, see your face peaking 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, pictures of matchstick men