Maybe I will, maybe I won’t

I don't want to find my home
Just wonder what happened to it
My hand's all caught in stones
Who stole all my bones
All my forgotten poems

Are a joke, what do I know,
Maybe we're wrong
Doesn’t it show, people get old
When they're alone

Maybe I will, maybe I won’t

Seven days over the sea shells
Sucks so many, at least will
 [bad word] visit me
Finally finding asleep
Swim around and dream
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
We’re riding to a festival
When suddenly it’s gray
Do not be afraid
For the wind it doesn’t stay
It blows, it blows away
It blows and blows but never shows its face

Doesn’t it show, people get old
When they're alone
Why 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 (maybe I will, maybe I won’t)