Maybe I will, maybe I won't 

I don't wanna 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 

Maybe I will, maybe I won't 

Seven days over the sea shells 
Sunk so many leagues, 
Will [bad word] visit me? 
Finally finding sleep, 
We'll swin 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 gray 

Do not be afraid, 
For the wind it doesn't stay
 It blows and goes away 
It blows and goes 
But never shows its 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 (maybe I will, maybe I won't)