Tremor Christ (Live)

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
 Forever taste the salt of her tears, but it can't change fate
 Little secrets, tremors, turned to quake
 The smallest oceans still get big, big waves
 Handsome is the devil, when whispering pleasing words
 Triumphant are the angels if they can get there first
 Little secrets, tremors, turned to quake
 The smallest ocean still gets big, big waves
 I'll decide, take my side
 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, flows, and drops the line
 Puts his faith in love and tremor Christ