When I look up to the skies
I see your eyes a funny kind of yellow
 [bad word] home to bed I soak my head
I see your face underneath my pillow
I wake next morning, tired, still yawning
See your [bad word] peeping 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 now
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're in the sky and with the sky
You make men cry, you lie
You're in the sky and with the sky
You make men cry, you lie