quarta-feira, 7 de maio de 2008

tender hope







portishead "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 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...


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