I heard there was a secret chord that David played and it plays the Lord, but you don't
really care for music, do you? When it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the
man of all, and the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Your faith was strong, but you needed proof, you saw her baby on the roof, her beauty and
the moonlight on the floor, she tied you to her kitchen chair, she broke your phone and
she cut your hair and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah,
Maybe there's a guy that burned, but all I've ever heard from lies is how to shoot somebody
It's not a cry that you hear in there, it's not someone who's seen the light, it's a call, and it's a broken hand. Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.
How crass you stand before me with no blood to fuel your fame. How dare you wield such fluency with our requisition.
Your very existence becomes my sacred mission's pain. You bow to kiss my hand and I ignore ignited flame.
I moved to meet you, untouched, I do remain.
To some, it seems, for and my eye would still before I draw here. This land entrusted to me knows not of hallowed secrets.
I'll keep it to myself. Smile, you're brave, my instrument, my hand. Your charm cannot distract me from the path I'm born to tread.
