Maybe there's a God above,
All I've ever learned from love was
How to shoot somebody who outdrew you.
It's not the Cry that you hear at night,
It's not someone who's seen the light,
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
All I've ever learned from love was
How to shoot somebody who outdrew you.
It's not the Cry that you hear at night,
It's not someone who's seen the light,
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
