Status Quo - Pictures Of Matchstick Men

When I look up to the skiesI see your eyes a funny kind of yellowI rush home to bed I soak my headI see your face underneath my pillowI wake next morning tired still yawningSee your face come peaking 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 goneWhen will this haunting stopYour face it just wont leave me a-lonePictures of matchstick men and youMirages of matchstick men and youAll I ever see is them and youYou in the sky you with this guy you make men cry you lieYou in the sky you with this guy you make men cry you lie