Baby, i've been here before.
i know this room, i walked this floor.
i used to live alone before i knew you.
yeah, and i've seen your flag
on the marble arch,
but listen, love, love is not
some kind of victory march,
it's a cold and it's ever a broken hallelujah!
There was a time you let me know
what's really going on below
ah, but now you never show it to me, do ya?
ah, but i remember,
yeah, when i moved in you,
and the holy dove she was moving too,
yes, and every single breath
that we drew was hallelujah!
Maybe there's a god above-
as for me all i ever seem to learn from love
is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.
ah but it's not a complaint that you hear tonight,
it's not the laughter of someone
who claims to have seen the light-
it's a cold and it's a very lonely 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 all this way to fool you.
yeah, and even though it all went wrong
i'll stand right here before the lord of song
with nothing on my tongue but hallelujah!