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