Album: 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,
takes a moment to watch the view
from a window nobody knows he's 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
when I speak to the empty 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 these tears
tears 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 the years
years of a man,
a man of colours"