psssssssssst : t'as laire heureuse quand YÉ la
My hand searches f or
your hand in a dark room ,I can't
find you ,Help me, Are you looking for me
_______________________________She tied you to her kitchen chair,
_______________________________she broke your throne , she cut your hair
_______________________________And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who seem the light
it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
________________________________Etch this into my brain for me
________________________________Tell me how its supposed to be
________________________________Where everything will go And how
________________________________I'll be without you by my side
