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
River, taste the salt of her tears but
Can't blame fate, yeah
Little secrets, tremors
Turned to 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
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