Tremor Christ
Winded is the sailor, drifting by the stormWounded 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 fateLittle secrets, tremors turned to quakeThe smallest oceans still get big, big waves
Ransom paid the devil, he whispers pleasing wordsTriumphant are the angels if they can get there firstLittle secrets, tremors, turned to quakeThe smallest oceans still get big, big waves
I'll decide, take the diveTake my time, not my lifeWait for signs, believe in liesTo get by, it's divine, whoaOh, you know what it's like
Turns the bow back, tows and drops the linePuts his faith in love and tremor christ