Hallelujah (Leonard Cohen)

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!

Maybe 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;
love is not a victory march,
it's a cold and it's a 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
your 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.
She tied you to a kitchen chair,
she broke your throne, and she cut your hair,
and from your lips she drew the 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 complaint that you hear tonight,
it's not somebody who's seen the light,
it's a cold and it's a broken 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 tried 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 tongue but Hallelujah!