She had four white stallions coming around the bend, Four strong angels at her command to send, 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, visions soft and sure, Now I wake 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. I got four good reasons why I, Can't go back there again. ♪ Yeah, I go four good reasons why I, Can't go back there again. ♪ And I go four more seasons for all, That's broken to mend.