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]