Lyrics:
Watching the surf cover up my toesBreathing 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 spiritMaking the blue planet turn.Life is a church.ChorusWatching my baby being bornWritten all over you, pain and joyHolding your hand, it’s a little boy.ChorusAshes to ashes, earth to earth.The preacher throws in the first handful of dirt.My little boy asks me, Does goodbye always hurt?