(c) Fred Gallagher

I've heard that there's 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 wretched queen composing hallelujah.

Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, 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 ...

Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah.

There was a time when you let me know
What's real and going on below -
But now you never show it to me, do you?
I thought you'd tell me or explain,
Let me be with you as you changed ...
But it seems you didn't think of me at all ...

Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah.
(c) Rufus Wainwright (for the most part)