Duck down, let me in
Walk past the front door
Lead me to your garden
I don't like games anymore
Turn left, left again
Sandalwood, orange peels
Your childhood was comfortable
Malabar Hill, what a dump!
Mmm, searching for Bandra, Bandra
Mmm, searching for Bandra, Bandra
Mmm, searching for Bandra, Bandra
Mmm
Clumsy in familiar motion
Walk me through your favourite notions
Whimsical and kinda flumsy
You can find your arms wrapped with me
Glass of wine and dal in the back
You're still looking for Bandra
You sway around the room till it swings you back
All of life knotted in here for one night
Mmm, searching for Bandra, Bandra
Mmm, searching for Bandra, Bandra
Mmm, searching for Bandra, Bandra
Mmm, searching for Bandra, Bandra
Mmm, searching for Bandra, Bandra
Mmmmmmm