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 cant 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...