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