Man of Colours

There's a noise upstairs in the attic It's the shuffle of worn out shoes And the scent of the oil and brushes Drifts down like a pale perfume [Chorus: ] And he says, "I... I am a man, A simple man, A man of colors, And I can see See through the years, Years of a man, A man of colors" And the old man rubs his failing eyes And takes a moment to watch the view From a window nobody knows is there He can see the empty street below [Chorus: ] He says, "I keep my life in this paintbox I keep your face in these picture frames And when I speak to this faded canvas it tells me I have no need for words anyway..." [Chorus: ] And he says, "I... I am a man, A simple man, A man of colours, And I can see See through the tears, Tears of a man, A man of colours"