Dirty water in my field
In my salt marsh tears
I'm not crying for myself
But I'm riding close
I was hiding in your disguise
I was looking through your dead eyes
I don't even know what's not mine
What's not mine
[x8]
Climbing, climbing
Tip the boat
Put the dish on [?]
I was opening your door
To my [?] [nightly sauna?]
I was lounging in your disguise
I was reading through your dead eyes
Now I don't even know what's not mine
What's not mine
[x16]