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 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