You're a patch of flowers Growing wild deep inside me Something in your eye Mimes a marble or a diamond Hidden underneath Like a lost enchanted city I don't sing of what I've left But of things that I still carry I'm not in the room As my lost mind gently wanders Thinking of my life And the days spent as a child I listened to cassettes On the swing set in the backyard Learning how to sing By the garden and the washline Such a lovely day And I'm writing just to tell you I only slipped and drowned In the bathtub of the world