Museum Of Broken Hearts

They'll cast you out of marble

They'll cast you out of bronze

They'll make a broken heart as good as new

Some of them are permanent

Some have come and gone

Some are just too delicate to move

In the museum

The museum of broken hearts

In the museum

Yeah The museum of broken hearts

There's a caveman, a soccer mom,

A prison guard, a whore

There's a virgin bride on her wedding day

Anyone who's lost and loved

Is welcome at the door

Nobody is ever turned away

From the museum

Ah, The museum of broken hearts

The museum

The museum of broken hearts

And if you get a little lonely

You'll always find a crowd

There's people lined up halfway down the street

The queen of hearts is cryin'

Even though she's made of stone

Her curator leans down to wash her feet

In the museum

In, the museum of broken hearts

The museum

In the museum of broken hearts

Broken hearts

In the museum of broken hearts

Broken hearts

In the museum of broken hearts

Broken hearts

In the museum of broken hearts

Broken hearts