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 colour’s blind 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 colour coming through It’s not too jaded the more you look the more you see... Years ticked away colours 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 colour coming through It’s not too jaded the more you look the more you see It’s not too faded I still see that colour coming through It’s not too faded the more you look the more you see |
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