The Rip کے بول

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 well 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 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-oh White horses They will take me away And my tenderness I feel Will send the dark underneath Will I follow? White horses They will take me away And my tenderness I feel Will send the dark underneath Will I follow?