HIM

I hear you breathe so far from here I feel your touch so close and real And I know my church is not of silver and gold Its glosy lies beyond judgment of souls The commandments are of consolation and warmth Zou 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