Lyrics:
She had four white stallions coming up around the bendfour strong angels at her command to sendfour more seasons, for all thats broken to mendI got four good reasons why I cant go back there againShe had skin like a statue, milky white and purecarved by an artist who's hand is demuregot a mind like a sabrerazor sharp and sureGod how I hate myself for still wanting herTell me its nicer dreaming, visions soft and sureno way to find theres nothing left to me and hernothing more but a heart still at warShe had four white stallions coming up around the bendfour strong angels already sentfour more seasons for all thats broken to mendI got four good reasons why I cant go back there againYeah, I got four good reasons why I cant go back there againI got four more seasons for all thats broken to mend