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