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,
How could he see
Since he's got no eyes to see.
Says, "The color's blindin' me."
Anything at all 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
But the man's still standing there.
Colors turn gray
Once asked him why,
Told me the mind
He said, " 'Cause I
Am the last one here who cares."
Will show you more
If you only set it free.
He closed the door,
That's when I began to see.
I closed my eyes
Can still see the color coming through.
It's not too faded.
It's not too jaded.
The more you look, the more you see.
It's not too faded. Still see the color coming through.
The more you look, the more you see.
It's not too jaded. 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.
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