| I 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 and 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 you | 
| She tied you to a kitchen chair | 
| She broke your throne, she cut your hair | 
| And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah | 
| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah | 
| You say I took the name in vain | 
| Though 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 what you heard | 
| The holy or the broken, Hallelujah | 
| 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 | 
| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah | 
| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah | 
| Well, maybe there’s a God above | 
| But all I ever learned from love | 
| Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you | 
| And it’s no complaint you hear tonight | 
| It’s not some pilgrim who’s seen the light | 
| It’s a cold and broken Hallelujah | 
| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah | 
| Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah |