Hallelujah - Rufus Wainwright

Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.
And it's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.

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

And remember when I moved in you
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was
Hallelujah.

Love is not a victory march,
It's a cold and it's a broken
Hallelujah.

Well maybe there is a God above
But all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you.