The RIp

As she walks in the room scented and tall
Hesitating once more and as I take on myself
And the bitterness I felt
I realize that love knows

Wild, white horses they will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath will I follow?
Through the glory of life
I will scatter on the floor
Disappointed and sore
And in my thoughts I have bled
From the riddles I've been fed
Another liе moves over

Wild, white horsеs they will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath will I follow?

Wild, white horses they will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath will I follow?