It hangs on a wall, museum hall, as it calls to passers by
A picture so bright, seen without light, and nobody wonders why


A tired old man stares at the wall, said the color's blinding me

How can he see anything at all since he's got no eyes to see


It's not too faded
I still see that color coming through

It's not too jaded
The more you look the more you see


Years ticked away colors turned gray, but the man's still
standing there
Once asked him why, he said cause I am the last one here who

cares
Told me the mind will show you more if you only set it free
He closed the doors I closed my eyes that's when I began to see



It's not too faded

I still see that color coming through
It's not too jaded
The more you look the more you see

It's not too faded
I still see that color coming through
It's not too jaded

The more you look the more you see