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't 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 unexplicit 
       - 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.