Pictures of Matchstick Men
Type O Negative Lyrics

When I look up to the sky
As I gaze above, I cannot help but envision your piercing eyes in a distinctive yellow hue

I rush to bed I soak my head
In a frantic state, I retire to bed and immerse my head, hoping to forget your presence

I wake next morning tossed and yawning
Despite my attempts to sleep, your memory keeps me restless and fatigued upon waking

Pictures of matchstick men and you
My mind is plagued with constant images of you alongside these representations of matchstick men

Windows echo your reflection
Every window I see reminds me of you and reflects your image back at me

When I look in their direction
Whenever I glance towards these windows, your presence feels almost tangible

All I ever see is them and you
With every passing moment, my perception is dominated by these matchstick figures and yourself, seemingly inseparable in my mind

You make men cry, you lie
You have a power over men, bringing them to tears with your deceitful ways

Pictures of matchstick men
My fixation on these images of matchstick figures is all-consuming, following me wherever I turn

I can see those matchstick men
These images have embedded themselves so deeply in my psyche that I cannot escape their presence