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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, Im 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
Therere faces haunting me
Your face just wont leave me alone
Pictures of matchstick men and you
Images of matchstick men and you
Alls I ever see is them and you
Youre in the sky
Youre with the sky
You make men cry
You are, youre in the sky
Youre with the sky
You make men cry
Pictures of matchstick men . . .
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, Im 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
Therere faces haunting me
Your face just wont leave me alone
Pictures of matchstick men and you
Images of matchstick men and you
Alls I ever see is them and you
Youre in the sky
Youre with the sky
You make men cry
You are, youre in the sky
Youre with the sky
You make men cry
Pictures of matchstick men . . .
Исполнитель: Camper Van Beethoven