Man Of Colours - Icehouse

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»