In the bathtub of the world

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