Amy Millan - Bruised Ghosts lyrics

Hold it up Get lost enough You've still got your luck You're miles From the love you made Even 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 So eat your heart out It hates to hope and leave it It hates to hope and leave it So the story rolls And the golden boys And girls get tired You look for life On blurry nights When home is hardly a word