Lyrics

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 a 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 towards him, drops the line
Puts his faith in love and Tremor Christ

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