Winded is the sailordrifting by the storm
Wounded is the organ he left allbloodied on the shore
Gorgeous was his savior, sees herdrowning in his wake
Daily taste the salt of her tears, buta chance blamed fate
Little secrets, tremorsturned to quake
The smallest oceans still getbig, big waves
Ransom paid the DevilHe whispers pleasing words
Triumphant are the angels if they cana get there first
Little secrets tremorsturned to quake
The smallest oceans still getbig, big waves
I'll decidetake the dive
Take my timenot my life
Wait for signsbelieve in lies
To get byit's divinewhoa
Oh, you know what it's like
Turns the bow back towards himdrops the line
Puts his faith and love in Tremor Christ