New Florence

New florence, can you get more cold?

It's days this still

When it doesn't feel like home

To hell with five more gravestones

In this ghost run town

In my dreams it snowed the ashes

As it all burned down

What's this? Is it luck?

The song is proof that it's not

Hey! Hey!

Hurry Baltimore, put my mind at ease

Let me sleep until the sun or cold awakens me

Stuck streets

Looking from the second story

Of our home out east

There are days too low

And thoughts grow cold

And days I fear we'll end up alone

And I don't know how to leave