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