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.
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March 9, 2012 / Soundtrack
Posted by Alban @ 3:08 am