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. Its glory lies beyond judgment of souls. The commandments are of consolation and warmth. You know our sacred dream won't fail. The sanctuary tender and so frail. The sacrament of love. The sacrament of warmth is true. The sacrament is you. I hear you weep so far from here. I taste your tears like you're next to me. And I know. My weak prayers are not enough to heal. The ancient wounds so deep and so dear. The revelation is of hatred and fear. You know our sacred dream won't fail. The sanctuary tender and so frail. The sacrament of love. The sacrament of warmth is true. 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 sanctuary tender and so frail. The sacrament of love. The sacrament of warmth is true. The sacrament is you. You know our sacred dream won't fail. The sanctuary tender and so frail. The sacrament of love. The sacrament of warmth is true. The sacrament is you