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
I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again
She has 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
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
Outro: (pick the chords)
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 got four more seasons for all that's broken to mend