It's Tremor Christ
Winded is the sailor, when 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, yeah
Forever taste the salt of her tears, but he can't change fate, yeah
Little secrets, tremors turned to quake
The smallest oceans still gets big, big waves
Handsome is the devil, when whispering pleasing words
Triumphant are the angels if they can a get there first
Little secrets, tremors turned to quake, yeah
The smallest oceans still gets a big, big waves
I'll decide, they must lie
Take my time, not my life
Wait for signs, believe in lies
To get by, it's divine, whoa
You know what it's like
Turns the bow back, tows and drops the line
Puts his faith in love and tremor Christ
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