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 You come 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)