Maybe I Will, Maybe I Won't

I don't want to find my home

Just wonder what happened to it

My hands are cotton stones

Who stole all my bones?

All my forgotten poems

Are a joke

What do I know, baby wood rose

Doesn't it show?

People get old when they're alone

Seven days over the seashells

Sunk so many leagues,

Will you come visit me?

Finally finding sleep,

We'll swim around in dreams,

Stay afloat

Maybe we will

Maybe we won't

Doesn't it show?

People get old when they're alone

Maybe I will, maybe I won't

Maybe I will, maybe I won't

The weather is impeccable

Riding to a festival,

When suddenly it's grey

Do not be afraid,

For the wind it doesn't stay

It blows and goes away

It blows and blows

But never shows it's face

Doesn't it show,

People get old when they're alone

What do I know?

Maybe I will, maybe I won't

Maybe I will, maybe I won't (Maybe I will, maybe I won't)

Maybe I will, maybe I won't (Maybe I will, maybe I won't)

Maybe I will, maybe I won't