by pe swijngedouw on Wed Aug 19, 2009 1:49 am
seadove,
i guess you've found it :
the rip, from portishead
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?
so it's up to you, now
goodnight
pe
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