The Rip

As she walks in the room, centered and torn,
hesitating once more,
and as I take on myself
and the bitterness I felt
realize that love lost

Wild white horses, they will take me away
and my tenderness I feel
will send the dark underneath…
Will I follow?

Through the glory of life I was scattered on the floor
dissapointed and sore…
and in my thoughts I had bled, for the riddles I’ve been fed
another lie moves over…

Wild white horses, they will take me away
and my tenderness I feel
will send the dark underneath…
Will I follow?

Wild white horses, they will take me away
and a tenderness I feel
will send the dark underneath…
Will I follow?