I hear you breathe so far from me 
I feel your touch so close and real 
And I know 
My church is not of silver and gold, 
It's glory lies beyond judgement of souls  [bad word] are of consolation and warmth 

You know our sacred dream won't fail 
The sanctury tender and so frail 
The sacrament of love 
The sacrament of warmth is [bad word] 
The sacrament is you 

I hear you weep so far from me 
I taste your tears like you're next to me 
And I know 
That my weak prayers are not enough to heal 
All the ancient wounds so deep and so dear 
The revelation is of hatred and fear 

You know our sacred dream won't fail 
The sanctury tender and so frail 
The sacrament of love 
The sacrament of warmth is [bad word] 
The sacrament is you 

The sacrament is you 
The sacrament is you 
The sacrament is you 
The sacrament is you 

You know our sacred dream won't fail 
The sanctury tender and so frail 
The sacrament of love 
The sacrament of warmth is [bad word] 
The sacrament is you 

You know our sacred dream won't fail 
The sanctury tender and so frail 
The sacrament of love 
The sacrament of warmth is [bad word] 
The sacrament is you