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 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 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...