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 its 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...