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