Lyrics:

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 quakes
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 turn to quakes
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