Tremor Christ by Pearl Jam

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 quake
The smallest oceans still get... big big waves

Ransom paid the Devil... He whispers pleasing words
Triumphant are the angels if they can...a 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 and love in tremor Christ