|
Statistics
|
|
Artists:
|
6,825
|
|
Albums:
|
34,364
|
|
Lyrics:
|
288,438
|
|
Song Views:
|
43,889,132
|
|
Reviews:
|
10,300
|
|
Comments:
|
155,535
|
|
Total Users:
|
20,075
|
|
Online Users:
|
97
|
|
Usage Statistics
|
|
|
|
Additional Info
|
|
|
Song Rating:
|
10
/ 10 by 17 users
|
Please sign in to rate this song.
|
|
Song ID:
|
35619
|
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 colour that
Your arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When these eyes of yours decided, so
I refuse to kneel before the sights you chose 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
And these eyes are not the colour that
Your arid eyes might be
No, I was not around
When these eyes of yours decided, so
I refuse to kneel before the sights you chose to see!
If this is right, I'd rather be wrong
If this is sight, I'd rather be blind
|
|
|