Lyrics

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