Lletres: 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?
Wooh, wooh
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?
Wooh, wooh
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