Tremor Christ

Winded is the sailor
drifting by the storm
Wounded is the organ, he left all
bloodied on the shore
Gorgeous was his savior, sees her
drowning in his wake
Daily taste the salt of her tears, but
a chance blamed fate

Little secrets, tremors
turned to quake
The smallest oceans still get
big, big waves

Ransom paid the devil
he whispers pleasing words
Triumphant are the angels if they can
get there first

Little secrets...

I'll decide, take the dive
Take my time, not my life
Wait for signs, believe in lies
To get by, it's divine whoa
Oh, you know what it's like

Turns the bow back, tows and
drops the line
Puts his faith in love and
tremor christ