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

She had four more seasons for all that's broken to mend
And I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again