God loves a lullaby in a mother's tears in the dead of night
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes
God loves the drunkard's cry, the soldier's plea not to let him die
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes
We pour out our miseries, God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah
The woman holding on for life, the dying man giving up the fight
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
The tears of shame for what's been done, the silence when the words won't come
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
We pour out our miseries, God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
Better than a church bell ringing
Better than a choir singing out, singing out
We pour out our miseries, God just hears a melody
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah
Better than a Hallelujah
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