Текст песни Camper Van Beethoven - Pictures of Matchstick Men
Camper Van Beethoven - Pictures of Matchstick Men слова песни
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 . . .