Whose are these? 
They are not mine, 
They [bad word] from some other time, 
Some other place, long ago 
I watched their water drawn from snow

These eyes that wince 
Not of my face, 
They grasp memories I dare not trace 

These eyes that cry, 
Songs I don't know
And yet their tune so broke this flow

I stole them from your daughter! 
I stole them from your mother! 
These hands of the lost child, 
Their dreams remain defiled, 
Their dreams remain defiled 

Their dreams remain