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