• March 9, 2012 /  Soundtrack

    love is not a victory march,

    its a cold and its a broken

    Hallelujah.

    And I remember when I moved in you,

    the holy dark was moving too

    and every breath we drew was

    Hallelujah.

    Maybe there’s a God above

    and all I ever learned from love

    was how to shoot at someone

    who outdrew you.

    And its not a cry you can hear at night.

    Its not somebody whose seen the light,

    its a cold and its a broken

    Hallelujah.

    Posted by Alban @ 3:08 am