Tremor Christ

Windy is the sailor
Drifting by the storm
Wounded is the organ
He left all...
Blooded on the shore

Gorgeous was the saviour
Sees her... drowning in his wake
Daily tastes the salt
Of their tears, but
Chance blamed fate

Little secrets tremors
Turned to quake
The smallest oceans
Still get big, big waves...

Ransom paid the devil
The 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
Ohhhhhhhh hoo!
You know what it's like?

Turns the bow back
Tows and drops the line
Put his faith in love
Tremor Christ