Bruised Ghosts

Lyrics

Hold it up Get lost enough You've still got your luck You're miles away From the love you made Heaven gets rough Ghosts were meant for bleeding Ghosts were meant for bleeding When you see your wall And you have it all Broken apart You follow through If you bruise it You eat your heart out He hates to hope and leave it He hates to hope and leave it Story rolls The golden boys And girls get tired We look for looks And the stolen looks When home is hardly a word Home is hardly a word