From Your Lips She Drew the Hallelujah

Now 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 her

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

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

I did my best, it wasn't much

I couldn't feel, so I learned to touch

I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you

And even though it all went wrong

I'll stand before the Lord of Song

With nothing on my lips but Hallelujah

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,

But love is not some kind of victory march,

No it's a cold and it's a very 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,

As for me, all I ever learned from love

Is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.

And it's no complaint you hear tonight,

and It's not some pilgrim who's seen the light

it's a cold and it's a very lonely Hallelujah.

(Words by Leonard Cohen)

(Hear this beautiful song at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uMrZ7lChK-g)