The Rip
Portishead
As she walks in the room
Centred and tall
Hesitating once more
And as I take on myself
And the bitterness I felt
Realise that love lost well
White horses
They will take me away
And my tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?
Through the glory of life
I will scatter on the floor
Dissappointed and sore
And in my thoughts I have bled
For the riddles I've been fed
Another line is over-oh
White horses
They will take me away
And my tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?
White horses
They will take me away
And my tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?