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

I realize that love knows

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

From the riddles I've been fed

Another liе moves over

Wild, white horsеs

They will take me away

And the tenderness I feel

Will send the dark underneath

Will I follow?

Wild, white horses

They will take me away

And the tenderness I feel

Will send the dark underneath

Will I follow?