Maybe I Will, Maybe I Won't

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 seashells
Sunk so many leagues
Will you come visit me?
Finally finding sleep
We'll swim 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



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Walker, George Ross
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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