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,

Realize that love lost while 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'm scattered on the floor,

Disappointed and sore.

And in my thoughts I have bled, for the riddles I've been fed,

Another lie moves over while white horses,

They will take me away.

And the tenderness I feel, will send the dark underneath.

Will I follow?



While white horses,

They will take me away.

And the tenderness I feel

Will send the dark underneath.

Will I follow?