Tekster: Broken Social Scene. Bruised Ghosts.

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