The Rip

Portishead - Key: Em

As she walks in the room / Scented and tall / Hesitating once more

And as I take on myself / And the bitterness I felt / I 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