Armored Saint

(John Bush/Dave Prichard/Phil E. Sandoval/Joey Vera/Gonzo)
Hear her words, whispers on the shore
Blinded by a haze, in a daze
I pick myself from 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