• 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 towards him...drops the line... Puts his faith and love in Tremor Christ... An argument from nothing turned vicious. Those little things he never knew conflicted with the little things he grew to accept as the way things "oughtta be". Betrayal from the love he cared for, his sad angel, found him renouncing love forever, walking in the street without looking (what does it matter). He was in his cloud, voices coming in to say it's all a lie, there's nothing but chains in love, she was a burden and now you're free. But he did love her. Something in his memory remained unbeaten and true, something from his youth, when things could be pure. You didn't need any reasons to be happy. You just needed faith. And that's why times were so happy. Ah, to reclaim that happiness again. But how? Let it go. Just believe.

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