Vārdi: Incubus. Morning View. Under My Umbrella.

When I close my eyes
I can see for miles
There?s comfort in my dark scene
And chaos in the eyes

These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are not the colors that
Could minimize my pain
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've Accomplished Exile

These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are not the colors that
Could minimize my pain
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... id rather be wrong...
If this is sight... id rather be blind!

These eyes are not your eyes
And these eyes are not the colors that
Could minimize my pain
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... id rather be wrong...
If this is sight... id rather be blind!