I once heard of a song
From king David to the Lord,
But you don't like the Psalms
There's so much light in his voice
Like the most awful pain
In this broken and saint Hallelujah
Hallelujah
The moon showed him
With her whole magnificence
Batseba, swimming naked
And through that woman
King David wasn't able to see
That it all was Hallelujah
Hallelujah
I know well that God exists
But what love taught me
Was to shoot whoever points at me
No, this is not a triumphal song
Nor is it the cry of a sad ending
But a cold and lonely Hallelujah