She had four white stallions coming up around the bend
Four strong angels at her command to send
Four more seasons, for all thats broken to mend

I got four good reasons why I cant 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 theres 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 thats broken to mend.


I got four more seasons for all thats broken to mend.
And I got four good resons why I can't go back there again.