Icehouse - Man of colours

^Dm7There's a noise upstairs in the at^Ftic, I^Dm7t's the shuffle of worn out sho^Bbes. ^Dm7And the scent of the oil and bru^Fshes, ^Dm7Drifts down like a pale pe^Bbrfume.

And he says, ^Cm"I... I am a ^Abman A Simple m^Gman, .. A man of c^Ebolo^Ebadd9urs. And I can s^Cmee See through the y^Abears Years of a ^Gm7man, .. A man of colo^Eburs"

A^Dm7nd the old man rubs his fa^Filing eyes, T^Dm7akes a moment to watch the vi^Bbew. Fr^Dm7om a window nobody k^Fnows he's there, H^Dm7e can see the empty street be^Bblow.

And he says, "^CmI... I am a m^Aban A Simple m^Gman, .. A man of col^Ebour^Ebadd9s. And I can s^Cmee See through the yea^Abrs Years of a m^Gman, .. A man of col^Ebours^F7"

H^Dm7e says, "I keep my life in this^F paintbox I^Dm7 keep your face in these picture ^Bbframes Wh^Dm7en I speak to the empty ^Fcanvas... It tells me... ^Dm7I have no need for words anyw^Bbay... "

And he says, "^CmI... I am a ma^Abn A Simple ^Gmman, .. A man of c^Ebolo^Ebadd9urs. And I can s^Cmee See through these te^Abars Tears of a m^Gman, .. A man of colo^Eburs" ^F7 And he says, "^CmI... I am a m^Aban A Simple m^Gman, .. A man of c^Ebolo^Ebadd9urs. And I can s^Cmee See through the ye^Abars Years of a m^Gm7an, .. A man of col^Ebours^F7"