Tremor Christ by Pearl Jam
Winded is the sailor
drifted 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 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 decide
take the dive
Take my time
not my life
Wait for signs
believe in lies
To get by
it's divine
Oh, you know what it's like
Turns the bow back, tows and
drops the line
Puts his faith and love in
Tremor Christ