The Habit Of The Broken Heart

(Hammill)
Oh, the Sisters of
Blindness from the
Convent of the
Broken Heart, they want to smother it with kindness, they want to tear it all apart.
And theres a rock of sterile virtu in the centre of the bay....
Im so sorry he hurt you, but dont throw yourself away.
You only wanted to have some fun, you only wanted to try it; you only wanted to be someone, but everybody denies it.
Whys it so hard to make you listen?
Dont go and change your name... learning to lose can be the start of winning the game.
Youre so special, such sadness seems a shame.
I know that youve got a service to catch,
I wouldnt want you to miss it, but theres something so mismatched, some motive inexplicit... is it the call of the
Convent? You only wanted to find someone or something more than pleasure; penitence for the
Chosen One you can indulge at leisure - by the light of the sinking sun, dont turn your back on the treasure.
Whether or not you want to face it, youre a beautiful girl and your lay-lady laughter has a right to be heard; but what can
I give you if youve already got the
Word? Dont go dont start dont take on the
Habit of the
Broken Heart