Que idiota te hace el amor.

I've heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth,
the minor fall, the major lift.
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
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 a kitchen chair,
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah.
Maybe I've been here before, I know this room
I've walked this floor.
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
There was a time you let me know
what's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
I remember when I moved in you,
your holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
You say I took the name in vain,
I don't even know the name.
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light in every word,
it doesn't matter which you heard
the holy or the broken Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch

I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
with nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah