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