The House of Broken Hearts

Love in the first flower is strong,

Love in the first fire is sweet,

Love seems to last, last too long.

Love and pain are sisters to the core,

Love and pain are daughters of a mother-whore.

If your heart is bleeding,

If your heart is cracked,

If you heart is weeping,

Come to our House,

Come to the House of Broken Hearts.

Joy and grief go hand in hand,

All is dust, time's withering sand.

Joy and grief are thieves of reason,

Lack of feeling is a life-woeful treason.

If your heart is bleeding,

If your heart is cracked,

If you heart is weeping,

Come to our House,

Come to the House of Broken Hearts.

Happiness and despair,

Are a wretched pair,

Love is not at all fair.

If your heart is bleeding,

If your heart is cracked,

If you heart is weeping,

Come to our House,

Come to the House of Broken Hearts.

Life is said to be full of love,

And the angels weep for them above.

If your heart is bleeding,

If your heart is cracked,

If you heart is weeping,

Come to our House,

Come to the House of Broken Hearts.

Love is a bitch,

And despair is hound.

Woman is a witch,

And men need be bound.

If your heart is bleeding,

If your heart is cracked,

If you heart is weeping,

Come to our House,

Come to the House of Broken Hearts.