They say there was a secret chord
That David played to pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Well, It goes like this the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lifts
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
You saw her bathing on the roof
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your faith, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Baby, I’ve been here before.
I’ve seen 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 victory march,
it’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah!
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
There was a time you let me know
what’s really going on below
but now you never show it to me, do you?
I remember when I moved in you,
and the holy dove was moving too,
and every breath we drew was Hallellujah!
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Now maybe there’s a God above
but all I ever learned from love
is how to shoot sombody who outdrew you.
And it’s no complaint you hear tonight,
and it’s not some pilgrim who’s seen the light –
it’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallellujah!
