Portishead - The rip

^EmAs she walks in the ^Froom, ^EmScented and tall, Hesitatin^Cg once mor^C/Be ^AmAs I take on mys^Bbelf and the bitterness I ^Amfelt, I realize that ^Glove flows

^EmWild, white horses ^F They will take me ^Emaway, and the t^Cendernes^C/Bs I ^AmFeel Will send the d^Bbark undern^Ameath Will I foll^Gow?

^EmThrough the glory of ^Flife I will scatter on the f^Emloor Disappointe^Cd and sore ^{C/B Am}In my thoughts I have b^Bbled For the riddles I've been f^Amed Another lie moves ^Gover

^EmWild, white horses ^F They will take me a^Emway, and the te^Cnderness^C/B I ^AmFeel Will send the d^Bbark undern^Ameath Will I foll^Gow?

^EmWild, white horses ^F They will take me a^Emway, and the te^Cnderness^C/B I ^AmFeel Will send the d^Bbark undern^Ameath Will I foll^Gow?