I hear you breathe so far from herenI feel your touch so close and realnAnd I knownMy church is not of silver and gold,nIts glory lies beyond judgement of soulsnThe commandments are of consolation and warmthnnYou know our sacred dream won't failnThe sanctury tender and so frailnThe sacrament of lovenThe sacrament of warmth is truenThe sacrament is younnI hear you weep so far from herenI taste your tears like you're next to menAnd I knownMy weak prayers are not enough to healnThe ancient wounds so deep and so dearnThe revelation is of hatred and fearnnYou know our sacred dream won't failnThe sanctury tender and so frailnThe sacrament of lovenThe sacrament of warmth is truenThe sacrament is younThe sacrament is younThe sacrament is younThe sacrament is younThe sacrament is younnYou know our sacred dream won't failnThe sanctury tender and so frailnThe sacrament of lovenThe sacrament of warmth is truenThe sacrament is younnYou know our sacred dream won't failnThe sanctury tender and so frailnThe sacrament of lovenThe sacrament of warmth is truenThe sacrament is you