Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
I can’t remember what I said, but it must have been pretty profound. I’m deep like that. After Mike went to bed and left me to guard the world, I realized that I have a piano, 15 fingers and the internet, and that by combining these 17 things, I could probably make Mike a little gift. I stole the chords from the internet, sat down at the piano, and recorded about 27 different copies of the song until I finally had a copy that was somewhat presentable.
Because sometimes a broken Hallelujah is all you get. And it's often more interesting than a whole one anyway. *
