| Lyrics: | 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.
A-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. Yea...
Ransom paid the devil. He whispers
pleasing words.
Triumphant are the angels if they can get there first. Yea...
Little
secrets, tremors, turned to quake.
The smallest oceans still get big, big waves.
Yea...
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 and love in tremor Christ |
