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
  a 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
  oh you know what it's like
  
  turns the bow back towards him drops the line
  puts his faith and love in tremor christ