Lyrics:

Winded is the sailor
Driftin' by the storm
Wounded is the organ he left all
Bloodied on the shore
Gorgeous was his savior, sees her
Drownin' in his wake
A-daily tastes the salt of her tears but
A chance blamed fate

Little secrets, tremors
Turned to quake
The smallest oceans still get
Big, big waves, yeah

Ransom paid the devil
He whispers pleasing words
Triumphant are the angels if they can
Get there first, yeah

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, woah
Oh, you know what it's like?

Turns the bow back, tows and
Drops the line
Puts his faith in love and
Tremor Christ