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, nah
 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