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

Watching my baby being born
Written all over you, pain and joy
Holding your hand, it's a little boy

Watching my baby being born
Written all over you, pain and joy
Holding your hand, it's a little boy

Ashes to ashes, earth to earth
The preacher throws in the first handful of dirt
My little boy asks me, "Does goodbye always hurt?"

Watching my baby being born
Written all over you, pain and joy
Holding your hand, it's a little boy