David Phelps
David Phelps
David Phelps
David Phelps
David Phelps
David Phelps
David Phelps
David Phelps
David Phelps
David Phelps
David Phelps
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
Chorus
Watching my baby being born
Written all over you, pain and joy
Holding your hand, it's a little boy
Chorus
Ashes to ashes, earth to earth
The preacher throws in the first handful of dirt
My little boy asks me, "Does goodbye always hurt?"
Chorus