Faded Testo

Testo Faded

It hangs on a wall, museum hall, as it calls to passers byÝ 
A picture so bright, seen without light, and nobody wonders whyÝ 
A tired old man stares at the wall, said the color's blinding meÝ 
How can he see anything at all since he's got no eyes to seeÝ 


It's not too fadedÝ 
I still see that color coming throughÝ 
It's not too jadedÝ 
The more you look the more you seeÝ 

Years ticked away colors turned gray, but the man's still standing thereÝ 
Once asked him why, he said cause I am the last one here who caresÝ 
Told me the mind will show you more if you only set it freeÝ 
He closed the doors I closed my eyes that's when I began to seeÝ 

It's not too fadedÝ 
I still see that color coming throughÝ 
It's not too jadedÝ 
The more you look the more you seeÝ 
It's not too fadedÝ 
I still see that color coming throughÝ 
It's not too jadedÝ 
The more you look the more you see
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