Schöne traurige Lieder Vol. 4 - k. d. lang

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k. d. lang - Hallelujah (by Leonard Cohen)

they say there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you?
it went like this, the fourth, the fifth,
the minor fall, the major lift
the baffled king composes hallelujah

your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to a kitchen chair
she broke your throne, she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

i have seen this place before
i know these walls, i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i saw your flag on the marble arch,
love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

there was a time you'd let me know
what's real and going on below
but now you never show it to me, do you?
and every time i moved in you,
the holy dark was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah

maybe there's a god above
and all I ever learned from love
was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
it's not a cry you can hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
its a cold and its a broken hallelujah