It hangs on a wall, museum hall, as it calls to passers byÃÂ
A picture so bright, seen without light, and nobody wonders whyÃÂ
A tired old man stares at the wall, said the color's blinding meÃÂ
How can he see anything at all since he's got no eyes to seeÃÂ
It's not too fadedÃÂ
I still see that color coming throughÃÂ
It's not too jadedÃÂ
The more you look the more you seeÃÂ
Years ticked away colors turned gray, but the man's still standing thereÃÂ
Once asked him why, he said cause I am the last one here who caresÃÂ
Told me the mind will show you more if you only set it freeÃÂ
He closed the doors I closed my eyes that's when I began to seeÃÂ
It's not too fadedÃÂ
I still see that color coming throughÃÂ
It's not too jadedÃÂ
The more you look the more you seeÃÂ
It's not too fadedÃÂ
I still see that color coming throughÃÂ
It's not too jadedÃÂ
The more you look the more you see