under my umbrella...

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 thatYour arid eyes might be
No, I was not aroundWhen those eyes of yours decided
soI refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see
When I close my eyes I remember how to smile
Under my umbrella
I'm and accomplished exile
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are not the color thatYour arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When those eyes of yours decided
soI 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...