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, 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, 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
