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 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 tears Tears of a man ...A man of colours"