Pictures of Matchstick Men · аккорды на гитаре · текст песни

When I look up to the sky I see your

eyes a funny kind of yellow, (yellow).

Rush home to bed, I shake my head,

I see your face underneath my pillow (pillow).

I wake the next morning, tired still yawning,

I see your face looking through my window.

Images of Matchstick Men and you

All I ever see is them and you

Windows echo your reflection, whenI look in your direction, now