Incubus - 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 colors that Your arid eyes might be Now I was not around When those eyes of yours decided to When they chose to kneel before the sun could touch the sea 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 colors that Your arid eyes might be Now I was not around When those eyes of yours decided to When they chose to kneel before the sun could touch the sea 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 colors that Your arid eyes might be Now I was not around When those eyes of yours decided to When they chose to kneel before the sun could touch the sea If this is right... I'd rather be wrong... If this is sight... I'd rather be blind!