The sacrament is you.

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.
It's glory lies beyond judgement of souls.
The commandments are of consolation.

I hear you weep so far from me.
I taste your tears like you're next to me.
And I know, that our prayers are not enough to give
The ancient runes so deep and so dear.
The revelation is our patron 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.