اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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
