The rip

As she walks in the room
Centred and tall
Hesitating once more
And as I take on myself
And the bitterness I felt
Realise that love lost

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
Dissappointed and sore
And in my thoughts I have bled
For the riddles I've been fed
Another line is 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?