Hallelujah

I'm sitting on a jetty on the Atlantic Ocean with Leonard Cohen. Well, he's sitting. I'm being fidgety as usual. Sitting down, standing up, twirling wet slimy sea weed in my fingers. He is deconstructing "Hallelujah" for me even though I didn't ask him too.
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Yes, I'm confused as you are. Those are just the lyrics. But hes telling me them in the matter of fact way that he does. I felt I had to listen carefully to what he was saying.
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Of course I asked him what it was all about as I tend to do. He told me to just sit still and be quiet and listen to the ocean. So I did and then it came. It was Ryan Seacrest who might also be made of pure gold. As Leonard is. I told them about how, in my veins, asphalt flows. And my organs are made of tar and white dotted lines. My tongue is an expansion bridge and my eyes are orange cones. They understood. They felt sorry for me. Which is not what I wanted.