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
Bruised Ghosts was written by Amy Millan.
Bruised Ghosts was produced by Martin Davis Kinack.