New Florence Songtext
von This Time Next Year

New friend, can you get more cold?
It′s days since too wet, it doesn't feel like home
So we′ll find 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
What′s this? Is it luck?
This song is proof that it′s not

Green falls, my foot, my mind's at ease
Let me sleep ′til the sun or cold awaken me
To a winter day with fresh snow-stuck streets
Looking from the second story of a home out east


What's this? Is it luck?
This song is proof that it′s not
What's this? Is it luck?
This song is proof that it′s not

There are days to mull when thoughts grow cold
And days I fear will end up alone
And I don't know how to leave
(So we go on)

Days to mull when thoughts grow cold
And days I fear will end up alone
And I don't know how to leave
(So we go on)
Days to mull when thoughts grow cold
And days I fear will end up alone
And I don′t know how to leave
(And we won′t stop)