She had four white stallions coming up around the bend
Four strong angels at her command to send
Four more seasons, for all that's broken to mend
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist who's hand is demure
Got a mind like a sabre
Razor sharp and sure
God how I hate myself for still wanting her
Tell me it's nicer dreaming, visions soft and sure
No way to find there's nothing left to me and her
Nothing more but a heart still at war
She had four white stallions coming up around the bend
Four strong angels already sent
Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend...
