they made me eat with them,
I couldn’t tell them, didn’t know how,
I hoped they would hear the echoes of hallelujah.
It was deafening, distinct in the room,
and with one excuse me,
there they where, the screams of hallelujah.
I ate chicken curry,
hoped you might come back,
and save my soul,
or sing hallelujah for me.
They made me pray for you,
I didn’t mean it,
I didn’t cry, I never cried again,
but there were more tears of hallelujah.