Broken Mess Lyrics - Vagabonds - The Classic Crime

He can't sleep, he can't eat 

He keeps thinking about her behind the locked door of her bedroom 

As she knowingly tortures the shell that is left of her bridegroom 

And what did he do to deserve 

This whore of a wife who parades her disgrace to his face now 

When he loved her and gave up his life in more ways than she knows how 

And all I can say is that 

Love is a terrible art, it's a hook in the heart 

That can drag you on broken glass 

And as you protest the shards in your flesh 

The hook tears out your chest until you're just a broken mess 

Where is God in this rot? 

Depraved she commits the most heinous of sins and breaks her vows 

But he loves her despite all the crimes she devises in his house 

Where is God? I've been taught 

That He's close to the broken, it's true I have spoken with Him some 

When I look in my brother's eyes I can see where his love comes from 

And all he can say is that 

Love is a terrible art, it's a hook in the heart 

That can drag you on broken glass 

And as you protest the shards in your flesh 

The hook tears out your chest until you're just a broken mess 

But he has mercy on her lover and does not bleed him dry 

A credit to his self control if it were me that monster would probably die 

Love is a beautiful thing, she can make your heart sing 

When you're walking on broken glass 

She will open your eyes, make your heart feel alive 

Point you toward the sunrise 

Help you leave all this broken mess behind 

Love is a beautiful thing 

Will you leave this broken mess behind?