كلمات 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 I saw the ashes as it all burned down What's this? Is it luck? This song is proof that it's not (Hey! Hey!) What's this? Is it luck? This 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 To a winter day with the snow-stuck streets Looking from the second story of our home out east What's this? Is it luck? This song is proof that it's not (Hey! Hey!) What's this? Is it luck? This song is proof that it's not (Hey! Hey!) 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 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 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