oh ah oh ah when i look up to the sky i see your eyes in a funny kind of yellow i rush to bed i soak my head i see your face underneath my pillow i wake next morning tossed and yawning i see your face come peeping through my window oh no oh ah oh ah pictures of matchstick men and you images of matchstick men and you all i ever see is them and you oh ah oh ah windows echo your reflection when i look in their direction gone yeah they re gone when will this haunting stop your face just won t leave me alone oh no pictures of matchstick men and you images of matchstick men and you all i ever see is them and you oh you re in the sky you re with this guy you make men cry you lie pictures of matchstick men i can see those matchstick men 