Tremor Christ

Winded is the sailor

Driftin' by the storm

Wounded is the organ he left all

Bloodied on the shore

Gorgeous was his savior, sees her

Drownin' in his wake

I barely 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, yeah

Ransom paid the Devil

He whispers pleasin' words

Triumphant are the angels if they can

Get there first, yeah

Little secrets, tremors

Turned to quake

The smallest oceans still get

Big, big waves, yeah

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