Portishead - The Rip
As she walks in the room
centred and torn
hesitating once more
as I take on myself and the bitterness I felt
I realise that love flows
Well, white horses, they will take me away
and the tenderness I feel
will send the dark home to me
will I follow?
through the glory of life
I will scatter on the floor
disappointed and sore
'n' in my thoughts I have bled
from the riddles I've been fed
another light moves over
Well, white horses
They will take me away
and the tenderness I feel
will send the dark home to me
will I follow?
Well, white horses
They will take me away
and the tenderness I feel
will send the dark home to me
will I follow?
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