Hallelujah

Love is not a victory march,

It's a cold and it's a broken

Hallelujah.

Maybe there's a God above,

And all I ever learned from love

Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.

And it's not a cry you can hear at night,

It's not somebody who's seen the light.

It's a cold and it's a broken «Hallelujah».

Well maybe there is a God above

But all I ever learned from love

Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you.

Maybe there's a God above

And all I ever learned from love

Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.

And it's not a cry you can hear at night

It's not somebody who's seen the light

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.

And remember when I moved in you

The holy dark was moving too

And every breath we drew was

Hallelujah.

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof.

You saw her bathing on the roof,

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.

And she tied you to a kitchen chair,

She broke your throne,

She cut your hair

And from your lips she drew

the Hallelujah.