The Rip Portishead As she walks in [Em]the room, Scented an[F]d tall, Hesitating[Em] once more [C][Bm] [Am]As I take on mys[Bb]elf and the bitterness I [Am]felt, I realize that [G]love flows [Em]Wild, white horses [F] They will take me [Em]away, and the t[C]enderness[Bm] I [Am]Feel Will send the d[Bb]ark undern[Am]eath Will I foll[G]ow? [Em]Through the glory of [F]life I will scatter on the f[Em]loor Disappointe[C]d and sore[Bm] [Am]In my thoughts I have b[Bb]led For the riddles I've been f[A (azchords.com)