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