Winded is the sailor
drifting by the storm
Wounded is the organ
he left all
bloodied on the shore
Gorgeous was his saviour
sees her
drowning in his wake
Daily taste the salt
of her tears but
a chance blamed fate
Little secrets tremors
turned to a quake
The smallest
oceans still get
big big waves
Ransom paid the devil
he whispers
pleasing words
Triumphant are the angels
if they can
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