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...