4 White Stallions

Counting Crows

She had four white stallions 
coming around the bend.
Four strong angels 
at her command descend.
four more seasons 
for all that's 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 saber
razor sharp and sure.
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 in her..
Nothing more than a heart still at war..
She had four white stallions 
coming up around the bend.
Four strong angels already sinned.
Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend.
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again.
Yea I got four good reasons 
why I cant go back there again.
I got four more seasons 
for all thats broken to mend.