He sees the autumn moving in closer  He sees that tree shed one more leaf  And his heart breaks into pieces  ‘Cause his girl has got away, away like a thief  He tries to unload his pains, his pains on the canvas  He tries to get her face right out, out of his mind  But seems she’s still, she’s still there in the attic  Close to the eassel, watching him, watching him all the time    Drawings of clowns and pictures of saints  He waits for the moon, the moon to paint  Colours of love under neon lights  Sufferings come, they come every night    He looks up at the stars, at the stars through the window  He feels like they’re making, they’re making him blind  And his eyes get lost in the darkeness  It’s a nightmare, it’s just a… a misterious sign  He lives in a world of fancy and silence  He lives a dream that’ll never, will never come true  Days go by with the slowness of sadness  Caught in a dream he’s stolen, he’s stolen his youth    Shapeless figures and girls in the nude  The will never, never be on view  Colours of love under neon lights  Sufferings come, they come every night    He smokes a cigar and then looks for a brush  He stares at the sky and starts crying in a hush    Drawings of clowns and pictures of saints  He waits for the moon, the moon to paint  Colours of love under neon lights  Sufferings come, they come every night