And these eyes are not the color that
I'd rather be blind
The sights you choose to see
Under my umbrella
Your arid eyes might be, now
If this is right
The sights you choose to see
When I close my eyes
But I was not around
But I was not around
Your arid eyes might be
And chaos in the isles
I refuse to kneel before
And these eyes are not the color that
When those eyes of yours
There's comfort in my dark scene
I'd rather be wrong
Decided so
When those eyes of yours
These eyes are not your eyes
I remember why I smile
If this is right
I've accomplished exile
I refuse to kneel before
And these eyes are not the color that
Your arid eyes might be
If this is sight
I refuse to kneel before
These eyes are not your eyes
Decided so
I'd rather be wrong
Decided so
The sights you choose to see
If this is sight
These eyes are not your eyes
When those eyes of yours
But I was not around
