und3rmuzic #16 the rip

mais uma de third dos portishead. the rip.

as she walks in the room

centred and torn

hesitating once more

as i take on myself

and the bitterness i felt

i realise that love lost

while white horses

they will take me away

and the tenderness i feel

will send the dog home to me

will i follow?

through the glory of life

i will scatter them on the floor

disappointed and soar

in my thoughts i have bled

from the riddles i've been fed

another light moves over

while white horses

they will take me away

and the tenderness i feel

will send the dog home to me

will I follow?