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
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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"
<chorus end>
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