PICTURES OF MATCHSTICK MEN

The Status Quo

(Rossi)



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

Images 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

Images 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



Picture of matchstick men and

Picture of matchstick men and

Picture of matchstick men and