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