It hangs on the 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,
Says, "The color's blindin' me."
How could he see
Anything at all
Since he's got no eyes to see.

It's not too faded.
Still see the color coming through.
It's not too jaded.
The more you look, the more you see.

Years ticked away
Colors turn 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 door,
I closed my eyes--
That's when I began to see.

It's not too faded.
Can still see the color coming through.
It's not too jaded.
The more you look, the more you see.

It's not too faded.
Still see the 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.

It's not too faded.
Can still see the color coming through.
It's not too jaded.
The more you look, the more you see.

It's not too faded...

It's not too faded.
The more you look, the more you see.