When I close my eyes   I can see for miles   There's comfort in my dark scene   And chaos in the isles      These eyes are not your eyes   And these eyes are not the color that   Your arid eyes might be   But 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've accomplished exile      These eyes are not your eyes   And these eyes are not the color that   Your arid eyes might be   But 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, now   But 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