The Rip - by Portishead

As she walks in the room
Scented and tall
Hesitating once more

And as I take on myself

And the bitterness I felt

I realise that love flows

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

For the riddles I've been fed

Another lie moves over

Wild, white horses

They will take me away

And the tenderness I feel

Will send the dark underneath

Will I follow?

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