New Florence (This Time Next Year)

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