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 saber 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