When I close my eyes

I can see for miles 

There's comfort in my dark seat

And chaos in the aisles 



These eyes are not your eyes 

And these eyes are not the color that 

Your arid eyes might be 

No, I was not around 

When those eyes of yours decided so 

I refuse to kneel before the 

Sights you choose to see 



When I close my eyes

I remember why I smile 

Under my umbrella

I'm an accomplished exile 



These eyes are not your eyes 

And these eyes are not the color that 

Your arid eyes might be 

No, I was not around 

When those eyes of yours decided so 

I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see! 



If this is right, I'd rather be wrong 

If this is sight, I'd rather be blind 



These eyes are not your eyes 

And these eyes are not the color that 

Your arid eyes might be 

No, I was not around 

When those eyes of yours decided so 

I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see! 



If this is right, I'd rather be wrong 

If this is sight, I'd rather be blind