All those grand signs, I thought it was strangeI didn't know how you had it arrangedAnd I was working nights, I thought we were onlyI never even noticed till my trip had changedSaid every broken heart eventually meansThat just six years of your life are left behindThey're in some sort of line of hearts and rows and rowsAnd why they bother, God only knowsI was the one at the end of the lineI sometimes think I must be out of my mindI think I might go out tonightThere's no point in worrying about it all the timeI should have known better right from the startThat there's certain things you should do to our hearts and peopleBut I don't know how to do itTo line them up in rows and rowsTo knock them down like dominoesEvery broken heart eventually meansThat just six years of your life are left behindThere's a line apartThere's some sacrosanct rowsJust to knock them down like dominoes