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 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 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 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 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 And 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