Neil: Okay, we’re gonna do a cover now.
Someone in the audience: Yeah?
Neil: Yeah!

When I look up to the skies
I see your eyes, a funny kind of yellow.
I rush home to bed, I sunk my head,
I see your face underneath my pillow.
I wake next morning, tired, still yawning,
See your face come peeking through my window.

Pictures of matchstick men and you, Pictures of matchstick men,
Mirages of matchstick men and you, Mirages of matchstick men and you,
All I ever see is them and you. All I ever see is them and you.

Windows echo your reflection Windows echo your reflection
When I look in their direction now. When I look in their direction now.
When will this haunting stop? When will this haunting stop?
Your face, this just won’t leave me alone. Your face, this just won’t leave me alone.

Pictures of matchstick men and you, Pictures of matchstick men and you,
Mirages of matchstick men and you, Mirages of matchstick men and you,
All I ever see is them and you. All I ever see is them and you.
You in the sky, You.
Or with the sky,
You make me cry,
Oh why?
You in the sky,
Or with the sky,
You make me cry,
Oh why?

Pictures of matchstick men,
Pictures of matchstick men,
Pictures of matchstick men, Pictures of matchstick men,
Pictures of matchstick men, Pictures of matchstick men,
Pictures of matchstick men, Pictures of matchstick men,
Pictures of matchstick men, Pictures of matchstick men,
Pictures of matchstick men, Pictures of matchstick men,
Pictures of matchstick men. Pictures of matchstick men,