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 colors that
Your arid eyes might be
Now I was not around
When those eyes of yours decided to
When they chose to kneel before the sun could touch the sea
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 colors that
Your arid eyes might be
Now I was not around
When those eyes of yours decided to
When they chose to kneel before the sun could touch the sea
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 colors that
Your arid eyes might be
Now I was not around
When those eyes of yours decided to
When they chose to kneel before the sun could touch the sea
If this is right... I'd rather be wrong...
If this is sight... I'd rather be blind!
