How you wish you were the lover
But you always pull the shortest straw
And you will not risk another call

So you're trying to recover your composure
And the truth is that you can't
'Cause it's feeling like another trap

But it is, "Hallelujah" you say to him,
"Get back up. It's time to begin
'cause we're made of this hallelujah"

And our glory wants to govern
Oh how we should be ashamed
Go hide your head
But I think we'll blame our brother instead

But it's still, "Hallelujah" you say to him,
"So, get back up. It's time to begin
'cause we're made of this hallelujah"