Black Horned Saint

O my [?] Another story before we go to bad
One girl, the way she walks makes me feel so sad
Right into my arms, then out of the door
Right into my arms, then out of the door
I swear I'll follow from mountain to shore

Then even the seas rise against me
To roll me like a dice
You know there are times you don't ask the price
But simply claw at every straw
And black horned saint
My black horned saint

Black horned saint
Black horned saint
My black horned saint
Black horned saint
Black horned saint
Oh black horned saint
Of things that are
And things that ain't
My black horned saint

Watch me play this half-woman, half-harp
With strings so sharp and glowing
With locks so soft and flowing
I'll whisper her name till her doors off its hinges
And mightily move my gaze inches by inches
From her face to the sky
Her face in the skies
Unseeing, and still with no tears in my eyes

Black horned saint
Black horned saint
My black horned saint
Black horned saint
Black horned saint
Oh black horned saint
Black horned saint
Black horned saint
Black horned saint
Black horned saint
Black horned saint
Black horned saint
Black horned saint
Black horned saint
Black horned saint