I don’t wanna 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’ll (?)
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, it leads well
You come visit me
Finally finding free
Swim around in dream
Stay afloat
Maybe he will, maybe he 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 and goes away
It blows and goes but never shows its face