If I mistook
The sun for a mango
I'd fly up there and reach for it too
It's the story of something older
And bigger than me and you
And you told it
In a letter
In the form of an evergreen cassette
And I played it
In the morning
Till after the sun would set
See, mother I believe
That half of everything I what is true
Between you and me
I believe the anecdotes too
In the verandah
In the midnight heat
Cousins and I would wait for the rains
Singing songs about America
And then the first drops came
So don't worry
Even though you were
Oceans and continents away
I had evergreen hits, lullabies
And everything you had to sing
See, mother I believe,
That half of everything I hear is true
Between you and me
I believe the anecdotes too
If they get you through
If time, time could be bent with the drop of a tear
You'd see it rain in our house for a year
This is the sound of the beating you'd hear
All the tapes we've taped over all of our hopes and our fears
The open verandah's been flooding for years
I always hope that I'd see you here
But time, time can't be bent with the drop a tear
And though you say you missed out all of those years
Your voice on the tapes always kept us near
See, mother I believe
That half of everything I hear is true
Between you and me
I believe in everything you do
compositores: Siddhartha Khosla
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