AN:I don't now own any of these lyrics or these characters sadly :'(. Enjoy. Character of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat. BBC Sherlock
Hallelujah
I heard there was a secret chord, that David played and pleased the Lord, but you don't really care for music do you? It goes like this; the fourth, the fifth. The minor fall, the major lift. The baffled king composing hallelujah.
Sherlock, bloody hell Sherlock! Why did you do it!? How could you leave me behind? I suppose others' emotions don't spark an interest in that magnificant brain of yours. Not even my own, you just didn't care. Your fall wasn't minor but you did make the major lift. Your ebony tombstone its empty even with all these roses. I miss you Sherlock. Don't Be Dead. For Me.
Your faith was strong but you needed proof. You saw her bathing on the roof. Her beauty in the moonlight over through you. She tied you to the kitchen chair, she broke your thrown, she cut your hair. And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah!
Oh John, please just stop and move on. John, that day I fell you wouldn't believe I was gone. You wouldn't rest till proof was given. I love you for that John. You came into my life and completely turned it around. My thrown, were I was a complete ruler of my world. You came in and broke me down from my meaningless drugged filled exsistence. I became a better person, and you John, became my became my obsession. Nothing I did was for the worst, only for you. John. My John.
Baby I've been here before. I know this room, I've walked this floor. I used to live alone before I knew you. I've seen your flag on the marble arch. Love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah!
I can't stay at 221B anymore, at least not for a while. Mrs. Hudson so sweet as to let me leave for a bit. She herself being broken herself. Ah, the old run down flat again. One window, one bed, restroom etc, but it's not home. I shouldn't be so worried I was by myself before him what's to stop me now. Yet I can't seem to shake him from my bloody mind. Sherlock Holmes. You were and are everything to me. Even with the eyeballs in the fridge or god knows what in our tea! I have to stop thinking so much about him, it hurts even to look at his aging violin. I'm torn enough without putting myself in pain. Sherlock.
There was a time you let me know, what's real and going on below. But now you never show it to me do you? And remember when I moved in you, the holy dark was moving too. And every breathe we drew was Hallelujah!
Oh John, you showed me what it was to care, to love. To take others into consideration. John! I'm lost without you! I'll be home soon John. Oh remember running for the police handcuffed together. John the things that could've driven you away. Why did you stay? Why did you care?
Maybe there's a god above, and all I ever learned from love. Was how to shoot at someone who out drew you. And it's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah!
You are in a better place now Sherlock. I cared and loved you but our time was short. I remember that little run in with that cabbie. Bloody awful one at that. I barely knew you, yet I shot him for you. I couldn't tell you before what made me do it, Sherlock. And now I can't, only to that granite empty stone. I have to stop crying, but its too hard. Day and night you're in my thoughts. My light is gone, you are gone. I'm just shattered.
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah,
Hallelujah.
"I'll be home soon, John. Just hold on. Hold on"
"I believe in you Sherlock Holmes, now and forever."
Please tell me what you think.
Taken from Rufus Wainwright's version of Hallelujah.
