Life Is a Church

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. 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. Chorus Watching my baby being born Written all over you, pain and joy Holding your hand, it's a little boy. Chorus Ashes to ashes, earth to earth. The preacher throws in the first handful of dirt. My little boy asks me, "does goodbye always hurt?" Chorus