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 how to smile Under my umbrella I m and 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 |
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