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