When I look up to the sky 
 I see your eyes, a funny kind of yellow 
 Rush home to bed, I soak my head 
 I see your face underneath my pillow 
 I wake next morning, I'm still yawning 
 I see your face looking through my window 
    Pictures of matchstick men and you 
 Images of matchstick men and you 
 Alls I ever see is them and you   
 Windows echo your reflection 
 When I look in their direction, now 
 There're faces haunting me 
 Your face just won't leave me alone   
 Pictures of matchstick men and you 
 Images of matchstick men and you 
 Alls I ever see is them and you   
 You're in the sky 
 You're with the sky 
 You make men cry 
 You are, you're in the sky 
 You're with the sky 
 You make men cry   
 Pictures of matchstick men 
 Pictures of matchstick men 
 Pictures of matchstick men 
 Pictures of matchstick men 
 Pictures of matchstick men 
 Pictures of matchstick men 
 Pictures of matchstick men 
 Pictures of matchstick men