4 White Stallions - Counting Crows

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.

And 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, whose 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.

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 good reasons why I,

Can’t go back there again.

And I got four more seasons for all,

That’s broken to mend.