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 a float

Maybe we will

Maybe we wont.
Doesn't it show?
People get old when they're alone


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 goes

But never shows it's face

Doesn't show,

People get old when they're alone
What do I know maybe I will, Maybe I wont


Maybe I will, Maybe I won't
Maybe I will, Maybe I won't