In the whisper of the night
On a woven cloth of blue
You revealed yesterday
Oh Maa Maa
Charcoal skies, and empty roads
Nothing was ever high or low
Captured fumes
From barren sands, the endless news
The waves that seem to slip away
In the sculptors hand
Is holding every broken seed
The differences we choose to read
The walls upon the land
Are color blinding each degree
The symmetry that's underneath
The river found
Halls of flames
Pieces from another page
Will the world of glass let go
Will I lose what I know
When the line is traced
Oh Maa Maa
Charcoal skies, and empty roads
Nothing was ever high or low
Captured fumes
From barren sands, the endless news
The waves that seem to slip away
In the sculptor's hand
Is holding every broken seed
The differences we choose to read
The walls upon the land
Are color blinding each degree
The symmetry that's underneath
