I've heard there was a se cret chord that Da vid played and it pleased the Lord.

But you don't rea lly care for mu sic do you?

It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the mi nor fall, the ma jor lift.

The ba ffled king com po sing "Ha lle lu jah."

Ha lle lu jah,

ha lle lu jah,

ha lle lu jah,

ha lle lu

jah.

Your faith was strong, but you nee ded proof You saw her bath ing on the roof.

Her beau ty and the moon light o ver through you.

She tied you to a kit chen chair, she broke your throne, she cut your hair.

And from your lips, she drew the "Ha lle lu jah."

Ha lle lu jah,

ha lle lu jah,

ha lle lu jah,

ha lle lu

jah.

May be I have been here be fore.

I know this room.

I've walked this floor.

I used to live a lone be fore I knew you.

I've seen your flag on the mar ble arch.

Love is not a vic tory march.

It's a cold and it's a bro ken ha lle lu jah.

Ha lle lu jah,

ha lle lu jah,

ha lle lu jah,

ha lle lu

jah.

There was a time you'd let me know what's real and go ing on be low.

But now, you ne ver show it to me,

do you?

And re mem ber when I moved in you?

The Ho ly dark was move ing too and eve ry breath we drew was ha lle lu jah.

Ha lle lu jah,

ha lle lu jah,

ha lle lu jah,

ha lle lu

jah.

May be there's a God a bove and all I ev er learned from love was how to shoot at some one who out drew you

And it's not a cry you can hear at night.

It's not some bo dy who's seen the light.

It's a cold and it's a bro ken Ha lle lu jah.

Hal le lu jah,

hal le lu jah,

hal le lu jah,

hal le lu

jah.

Hal le lu jah,

hal le lu jah,

hal le lu jah,

hal le lu

jah