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