Faded

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