dimarts, 30 de juny de 2009

Wild, white horses






"As she walks in the room
Scented and tall
Hesitating once more
And as I take on myself
And the bitterness I felt
I realise 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


Wild, white horses
They will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?"


Portishead, The Rip.