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.