Besedila: Armored Saint. March Of The Saint. Take a Turn.

Hear her words
Whispers on the shore
Blinded by a haze, in a daze
I pick myself off the ground,
Hey
I know the words I speak, could enter
Your mind when you sleep
Then the act is done,
I just wait for the outcome
Take a turn with me,
Can you feel the force
Wo-oh, Wo-oh
Setting the course

On and on the
Days go by,
Still I hear
No reply
Then I start
To wonder if
My aim was a lie

Then she comes to me
Unspoken
Without a word, without a sign
Just let your passion flow,
And let me know
What's on your mind

Take a turn with me,
Can you feel the force
Wo-oh, Wo-oh
Setting the course

I didn't mean to make you uptight
Just had to make sure it felt right

Save your words, take a turn with me
Save your words, take a turn with me

With all my thirst, I didn't even get my money's worth

Turn from me