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, l
I am a man
A simple man
A man of colours
And l 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, l
I am a man
A simple man
A man of colours
And l can see
See through the years
Years of a man
A man of colours
He
says
l keep my life
in this paintbox
l keep your face
in these picture frames
And when l speak
to this faded canvas
It tells me
l have no need
for words anyway
And he says, l
I am a man
A simple man
A man of colours
And l can see
See through the years
Years of a man
A man of colours
And he says, l
I am a man
A simple man
A man of colours
I can see
See through these tears
Tears of a man
A man of colours
And he says, l
I am a man
A man of colours