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

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"





Submitted by Michael Hack