Текст песни Camper Van Beethoven - Pictures of Matchstick Men
Camper Van Beethoven - Pictures of Matchstick Men слова песни
When I look up to the skyI see your eyes, a funny kind of yellowRush home to bed, I soak my headI see your face underneath my pillowI wake next morning, Im still yawningI see your face looking through my windowPictures of matchstick men and youImages of matchstick men and youAlls I ever see is them and youWindows echo your reflectionWhen I look in their direction, nowTherere faces haunting meYour face just wont leave me alonePictures of matchstick men and youImages of matchstick men and youAlls I ever see is them and youYoure in the skyYoure with the skyYou make men cryYou are, youre in the skyYoure with the skyYou make men cryPictures of matchstick men . . .