Incubus

When I close my eyes......I can see for miles.
There´s comfort in my dark sent.....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 how to smile.
Under my umbrella...I´m an accomplished exile.
These eyes are not your eyes.........
If this is right,I´d rather be wrong.
If this is sight,I´d rather be blind