Pictures Of Matchstick Men/If It's Tuesday, This Must Be Belgium

 Pictures Of Matchstick Men

When I look up to the sky 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 I 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 won't leave me alone

Pictures of matchstick men and you mirages of matchstick men and you

All I ever see is them and you

You in the sky, you with this guy you make men cry, you lie

You in the sky, you with this guy you make men cry, you lie

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Pictures of matchstick men pictures of matchstick men

If It's Tuesday, This Must Be Belgium

If it's Tuesday this must be Belgium if it's Wednesday this must be Rome

If it's Thursday this must be Montrose I fear I never wanna go home

If this is London why ain't it raining the sun is shining on St. Paul's dome

If this is real then I must be dreaming can't wait to tell the folks back home

Can't wait to tell the folks back home

If it's Tuesday this must be Belgium if it's Wednesday this must be Rome

If it's Thursday this must be Montrose I fear I never wanna go home

I fear I never wanna go home