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