The Rip Lyrics - Third - Portishead

As she walks in the room, scented and tall 

Hesitating once more 

And as I take on myself and the bitterness I felt 

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?