Museum Of Broken Hearts Lyrics - Chuck Prophet

They'll cast you out of marble, they'll cast you out of bronze 

They'll make a broken heart look 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, 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 in love is welcome at the door 

Nobody is ever turned away 

From the museum, 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 crying even though she's made of stone 

The curator leans down to wash her feet 

In the museum, in the Museum of Broken Hearts 

The museum, in the Museum of Broken Hearts 

In the Museum of Broken Hearts