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, a get there first
Little secrets tremors, turned to quake
The smallest oceans still get, big, big waves
I'll decide, take the dive
Take my time, not my life
Wait for signs, believe in lies
To get by, it's divine
Oh, you know what it's like
Turns the bow back towards him, drops the line
Puts his faith and love in Tremor Christ