I´m a man of many colours:
Only yesterday I was blue.
Ten days from now, I´ll be different
And so will you.
Written there in capital letters

So as not to be misunderstood
Making sure I´m clear,
Telling bad from good.
Two weeks ago in Tokyo,
A man from Islamabad:
Selling shells back to the rebels,
Shells they never had.
All is clear: I can see for miles and miles.
I can hear your footsteps in my heart.
Somebody make me an offer
I´ve got to get away from here, ooh, ooh, ooh.
Driving hard through the snow-drift
Like a moth to a naked light
To keep an appointment in Zurich
With a man who hears footsteps in the night.
Tired of what he´s been doing,
What it´s done to his life...
Getting most if what he needed

Has left him with less than he had.
All is clear: I can see for miles and miles.
All I hear are your footsteps in my heart.