I’ve heard there was a secret chord
that David played to please the Lord,
but you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall, the major lift;
the baffled king composing Hallelujah!
Your faith was strong but you needed proof.
You saw her bathing on the roof;
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.
She tied you to a kitchen chair
she broke your throne, she cut your hair,
and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah!
Baby, I’ve been here before.
I know this room, I’ve walked this floor.
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch,
but love is not a vctory march,
it’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah!
Now maybe there’s a God above
but all I ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you.
It’s no a cry that you hear tonight,
it’s not somebody who’s seen the light
it’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah!
