I just know you bastards are going to point and laugh and generally accuse me of being a miserable sod, but I feel compelled to note that further to having spent a lot of time listen to Wainwright’s version of “Hallelujah”, I have come to the conclusion that the most heartbreakingly romantic song lyrics in the world are

“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”

It’s all in the delivery, I admit, but fuck me, they’re fantastic.