By Incubus
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... id rather be wrong...
If this is sight... id rather be blind!