Tremor Christ (Remastered)

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 tows and drops the line

Puts his faith in love and Tremor Christ