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 perfumeAnd 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
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">
