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