Pearl Jam — Tremor Christ Tampa Florida August 12 2000

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 A-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'll decide Take the dive Take my time Not my life Wait for signs Believe in lies To get by It's divine You know what it's like Turns the bow back tows and drops the line Puts his faith and love in tremor christ