> They say a special harmony existed,
> Played by David, pleasing to the Highest.
> But music holds no real sway for you, does it?
> The progression moves this way, a common sound,
> Sadness descends, then joy can be found,
> The perplexed ruler crafting his sacred praise.
> Hallelujah, Hallelujah
> Hallelujah,
> Your belief was firm, yet sight you craved,
> You witnessed her bathing, divinely paved.
> Her beauty in the moon's glow overwhelmed you.
> She bound you tightly, without a fight,
> Destroyed your power, stole your regal light,
> And from your lips, she drew that sacred sound.
> Hallelujah, Hallelujah
> Hallelujah,
> You claim my words misuse the sacred name,
> I'm not even sure of its acclaim.
> But even if I knew, what does it matter to you?
> Each phrase contains a sudden, piercing gleam,
> The meaning stays, whatever you might deem,
> The sacred or the flawed, the heartfelt cry.
> Hallelujah, Hallelujah
> Hallelujah, Hallelujah
> I gave my all, though strength was not my own,
> Emotionless, I reached out to be known.
> I spoke sincerely, no deception meant for you.
> And though the outcome fell far from my aim,
> Before the Master Singer, I'll proclaim,
> No other words but this will pass my tongue.
> Hallelujah, Hallelujah
> Hallelujah, Hallelujah
> Hallelujah, Hallelujah
> Hallelujah, Hallelujah
> Hallelujah, Hallelujah
> Hallelujah, Hallelujah
> Hallelujah, Hallelujah
> Hallelujah, Hallelujah