Dirty water in my beard
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
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
Climb me, climb me
Tip the bowl
Put the dish on water
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
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
What's not mine
