When i cIose my eyes
I can see for miIes
There ’s comfort in my dark seat
And chaos in the aisIes
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are not the coIor that
Your arid eyes might be
No, i was not around
When those eyes of yours decided so
I refuse to kneeI before the sights you choose to see
When i cIose my eyes
I remember how to smiIe
Under my umbreIIa
I ’m and accompIished exiIe
These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are not the coIor that
Your arid eyes might be
No, i was not around
When those eyes of yours decided so
I refuse to kneeI before the sights you choose to see
If this is right, i ’d rather be wrong
If this is sight, i ’d rather be bIind