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
And he says, "I
I am a man
A simple man
A man of colours
And I can see
See through the years
Years of a man
A man of colours"
And the old man rubs his failing eyes
And takes a moment to watch the view
From a window nobody knows is there
Can see the empty street below
And he says, "I
I am a man
A simple man
A man of colours
And I can see
See through the years
Years of a man
A man of colours"
He says, "I keep my life in this paintbox
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"
And he says, "I
I am a man
A simple man
A man of colours
And I can see
See through the years
Years of a man
A man of colours"
And he says, "I
I am a man
A simple man
A man of colours
I can see
See through these tears
Tears of a man
A man of colours"
And he says, "I
I am a man
A man of colours
A man of-"
