Pictures Of Matchstick Men

Seeing Eye Gods

When I lift you to the sky I see your eyes

A funny color yellow.

I told her that I saw my head,

Saw her face underneath my pillow.

I wake next morning, tossed a lot,

See your face outside my window.



(chorus)

Pictures of matchstick men and you,

All I ever see is them and you.



Windows guide your reflection,

When I look at them I write them down.

Windows by the door,

Your face it just won't leave me alone.



(chorus)



You in the sky, in the sky you make me cry,

Your eyes!