Hold it up You've lost enough You've still got your luck You're miles away From the love you made Heaven gets rough Ghosts weren't meant for bleeding Ghosts weren't meant for bleeding You see a wall You have it all Broken apart You follow through With your bruises And eat your heart up It hates to hope and leave it It hates to hope and leave it the story rolls the golden boys And girls get tired We look for hooks (?) In stolen looks When home is hardly a word Home is hardly a word