we lost ourselves
Livet.... hur är det meningen att man ska må? Ska livet vara lekande lätt? Eller finns det alltid motgångar? Varför kan inte allt bara flyta på någon gång? Ska man alltid bli sårad? Kan man definiera begreppet lycka, finns det något som över huvud taget kan kallas lycka? Är inte det bara ett västerländskt påhitt? Lycka... Kommer människor alltid att svika? Hur kan man ändra sig så fort. På bara några dagar går man från att tycka en sak till att tycka precis tvärtom... Jag förstår inte.. Kan någon snälla förklara för mig vad det här med kärlek går ut på?! Kärlek...
Hur kunde jag ha så fel? Hur kunde allt bli så fel?
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
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah
hallelujah...
well 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 her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah
hallelujah...
baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah
well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
