[Verse 1] [spoken male vocals] [sparse clean electric guitar chords] I'm T-H-A-N-D-I-L-E My mother That isn't everything you said On the afternoon I brought a poem to you Hot over the wash tub [bass enters] With your hands the shriveled bent granadilla skin of your hands Covered by foam And my words slide like a bar of hard blue soap into the tub To be gripped, gripped and used by you To rub the cloth A poem isn't all there is to life you said With your blue-glazed gaze scanning the page Once looking over shoulder and back at the muddy dirty water And my words being washed small and smaller [Outro] [melodic singing] My mom, I love you My mom, I love you My mom, I love you
