Portishead - The rip

^EmAs she walks in the r^Foom Scented and ta^Emll Hesitatin^Cg once more ^AmAnd as I take on ^Bbmyself And the bitterness I fel^Amt I realise tha^Gt love flows

^EmWild white horses ^F They will take me awa^Emy And th^Ce tenderness I feel^Am Will send the ^Bbdark underneath ^Am Will ^GI follow

^EmThrough the glory of li^Ffe I will scatter on the f^Emloor Disappointed ^Cand sore ^AmAnd in my thoughts I have bled ^Bb For the riddles I've been fed ^Am Another lie moves over ^G

^EmWild white horses ^F They will take me away^Em And the^C tenderness I fee^Aml Will send the ^Bbdark underneath ^Am Will ^GI follow

^EmWild white horses ^F They will take me away ^Em And the^C tenderness I fee^Aml Will send the ^Bbdark underneath ^Am Will ^GI follow