Portishead 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, Realise that love lost, while 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 m scattered on the floor, Disappointed and sore. And in my thoughts I have bled, For the riddles I ve been fed, Another lie moves over, while White horses, They will take me away, And the tenderness I feel, Will send the dark underneath, Will I follow While, white horses, They will take me away, And the tenderness I feel, Will send the dark underneath, Will I follow