Lyrics
She had four white stallions coming around the bend
Four strong angels at her command ascend
Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend
And 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, whose hand is demure
Got a mind like a sabre, razor sharp and sure
And God how I hate myself for still wanting her
Damn these nights of dreaming, vision soft and sure
Now I'll wait to find there's nothing left of me and her
Nothing more than 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
And I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
Yeah I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
And I got four more seasons for all that's broken to mend
Four strong angels at her command ascend
Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend
And 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, whose hand is demure
Got a mind like a sabre, razor sharp and sure
And God how I hate myself for still wanting her
Damn these nights of dreaming, vision soft and sure
Now I'll wait to find there's nothing left of me and her
Nothing more than 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
And I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
Yeah I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
And I got four more seasons for all that's broken to mend