Little Fish (revised)

[Verse 1] [fingerpicked acoustic guitar and lute] [baritone female vocal] On the surreal estate Outside the back garden gate It might seem like a rough paradise Ideal Swedish summer laying low on a beach chair And the fishbowl smiles back [electric bass enters] I just walked through the long grass and found out that deer Had built a nest I didn't want to do gardening chores anyway I'll leave it for another day [Chorus] Goldfish in a bowl You're seen and contained You get a good view from outside the window Of the surreal estate [Verse 2] [clean electric guitar swells] The summer is short I guess I actually can call it home Looking outside the window as the sun shines Out on the patio I'm staying inside My little fish and I But I was outside asleep in the rain Only a day or two ago I've been here at least a quarter of the century When was the last time I grew Icelandic poppies? [Chorus] Goldfish in a bowl No one's expecting a fish to fly Little fish, little fish in a huge bowl The surreal estate is expanding under our influence No one asks a drop of water about the ocean No one asks a fish about the water in the bowl [Bridge] [anxiously] What surrounds us we're not seeing? Why do I speak in codes? What exactly is this place? What am I doing here in this garden surreal estate? [relaxed confession] And I don't have a fish at all I just imagined that too But there's a small shark made of wood on the wall Watching everything I do Like the rest of my illustrious history Even more, even more complicated than I gave it credit for [Outro] Goldfish in a bowl You're seen and contained You get a good view from outside the window Of the surreal estate It's a little cluttered and maybe not my taste exactly But I guess I can still call it home