Lyrics
4 and 17, not much for meaning
Brood in brush
and coins for wishing
Maya, Maya please
Quarters in the air
a reign of feeling
Pardoning the wealthy ceiling
Maya, Maya please
Listen to the way you lead
A voice of glass, an empty mass
Slithering apart the nerve
To say its not the same
Its not
4 and 17, not much for meaning
Maya please-
The grace of giving
Maya, Maya please
Forgive me
Brood in brush
and coins for wishing
Maya, Maya please
Quarters in the air
a reign of feeling
Pardoning the wealthy ceiling
Maya, Maya please
Listen to the way you lead
A voice of glass, an empty mass
Slithering apart the nerve
To say its not the same
Its not
4 and 17, not much for meaning
Maya please-
The grace of giving
Maya, Maya please
Forgive me