As she walks in the room. Centred and tall. Hesitating once more. And as I take on myself. And the bitterness I felt. Realise that love lost well. White horses. They will take me away. And my tenderness I feel. Will send the dark underneath. Will I follow?. Through the glory of life. I will scatter on the floor. Dissappointed and sore. And in my thoughts I have bled. For the riddles I've been fed. Another line is over-oh. White horses. They will take me away. And my tenderness I feel. Will send the dark underneath. Will I follow?. White horses. They will take me away. And my tenderness I feel. Will send the dark underneath. Will I follow?