Watching the surf cover up my toes
Breathing the salt air from the coast
Ten years old with my eyes pressed closed.
Life Is a Church
Life Is a Church
Remembering first love's tender kiss
Mourning the loss of my innocence,
The bittersweet taste of it on my lips.
Life Is a Church.
These are the sacraments.
This is the altar.
Love is the Spirit.
Making the blue planet turn.
Life Is a Church.
Watching my baby being born
Written all over you, pain and joy
Holding your hand, it's a little boy.
Life Is a Church.
These are the sacraments.
This is the altar.
Love is the Spirit.
Making the blue planet turn.
Life Is a Church.
Ashes to ashes, earth to earth.
The preacher throws in the first handful of dirt.
My little boy asks me, "Does goodbye always hurt?"
Life Is a Church.
Life Is a Church.
Life Is a Church.
These are the sacraments.
This is the altar.
Love is the Spirit.
Making the blue planet turn.
Making the blue planet turn.
Life Is a Church.
Breathing the salt air from the coast
Ten years old with my eyes pressed closed.
Life Is a Church
Life Is a Church
Remembering first love's tender kiss
Mourning the loss of my innocence,
The bittersweet taste of it on my lips.
Life Is a Church.
These are the sacraments.
This is the altar.
Love is the Spirit.
Making the blue planet turn.
Life Is a Church.
Watching my baby being born
Written all over you, pain and joy
Holding your hand, it's a little boy.
Life Is a Church.
These are the sacraments.
This is the altar.
Love is the Spirit.
Making the blue planet turn.
Life Is a Church.
Ashes to ashes, earth to earth.
The preacher throws in the first handful of dirt.
My little boy asks me, "Does goodbye always hurt?"
Life Is a Church.
Life Is a Church.
Life Is a Church.
These are the sacraments.
This is the altar.
Love is the Spirit.
Making the blue planet turn.
Making the blue planet turn.
Life Is a Church.