IRC-Galleria

IÂ’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you donÂ’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 in 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

Maybe IÂ’ve been here before
I know this room, IÂ’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you

IÂ’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victÂ’ry march
ItÂ’s a cold and itÂ’s a broken hallelujah

There was a time when you let me know
WhatÂ’s really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?

And remember when I moved in you
The Holy Dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah

Maybe thereÂ’s a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you

And itÂ’s not a cry you can hear at night
ItÂ’s not somebody whoÂ’s seen the light
ItÂ’s a cold and itÂ’s a broken hallelujah