I don't want to 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 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 grey Do not be afraid, For the wind it doesn't stay It blows and goes away It blows and blows But never shows it's 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