Status Quo Pictures of Matchstick Men Lyrics

Lyrics: When I look up to the skies I see your eyes a funny kind of yellow I rush home to bed I soak my head I see your face underneath my pillow I wake next morning, tired, still yawning See your face come peeping through my window Pictures of matchstick men and you Mirages of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you Windows echo your reflection When I look in their direction now When will this haunting stop Your face it just wont leave me alone Pictures of matchstick men and you Mirages