不知从什么时候开始，所做的一切一切都与你有关

外出时，想的是你的身影

夜晚时，梦里是你的影子

清晨时，想的是你的一切

http://www.amygrant.com/flash/bthall.mp3

God loves a lullaby
in a mother's tears in the dead of night
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes
God loves a 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
A woman holding on for life
a dying man giving up the fight
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
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
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
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 sometimes
Better than a Hallelujah
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes