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?