Well I heard there was a secret chordThat David played and it pleased the LordBut you don't really care for music, do ya?Well it goes like this: The fourth, the fifthThe minor fall and the major liftThe baffled king composing HallelujahWell your faith was strong but you needed proofYou saw her bathing on the roofHer beauty and the moonlight overthrew yaAnd she tied you to her kitchen chairShe broke your throne and she cut your hairAnd from your lips she drew the HallelujahBaby I've been here beforeI've seen this room and I've walked this floorI used to live alone before I knew yaAnd I've seen your flag on the marble archAnd love is not a victory marchIt's a cold and it's a broken HallelujahWell there was a time when you let me knowWhat's really going on belowBut now you never show that to me do yaBut remember when I moved in youAnd the holy dove was moving tooAnd every breath we drew was HallelujahMaybe there's a God aboveBut all I've ever learned from loveWas how to shoot somebody who outdrew yaAnd it's not a cry that you hear at nightIt's not somebody who's seen the lightIt's a cold and it's a broken HallelujahJeff Buckley, Rest In Peace.
It was such a waste, you drowning, when you had such a promising life ahead of you.
Your songs resonate with such raw emotions, passion, it's electrifying.
