I’ve heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased 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. But she tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah!
You say I took the name in vain; But I don’t even know the name.
But if I did, well, really, what’s it to you? There’s a blaze of light in every word;
It doesn’t matter which you heard; The holy, or the broken Hallelujah! (Chorus)
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,
Love is not a victory march. It’s a cold and it’s a broken 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 Hallelujah!
Now maybe there’s a God above But all I ever learn from love
Is how to shoot at somebody who outdrew you. And it’s not a cry that you hear at night,
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light, it’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah! (Chorus)
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