(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 there's a rock of sterile virtu' in the centre of the bay.... 
I'm so sorry he hurt you, but don't 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. 
Why's it so hard to make you listen? 
Don't go and change your name... learning to lose can be the start of winning the game. 
You're so special, such sadness seems a shame. 
I know that you've got a service to catch, 
I wouldn't want you to miss it, but there's 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, don't turn your back on the treasure. 
Whether or not you want to face it, you're a beautiful girl and your lay-lady laughter has a right to be heard; but what can 
I give you if you've already got the 
Word? Don't go don't start don't take on the 
Habit of the 
Broken Heart