What's Not Mine - Cate Le Bon

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

Climbing, climbing

Tip the boat

Put the dish on

I was opening your door

To my

I was lounging in your disguise

I was wreathing through your dead eyes

Now I don’t even know what’s not mine

What’s not mine