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