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 more 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 I like a saber razor sharp and sure God how I hate myself For still wanting her Damn these nights are dreaming, visions soft and sure 'Cause 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 around the bend Four strong angels already sinned I got four good reasons for all that's broken to mend I got four more seasons for all that's broken to mend I got four more reasons why I can't go back there again I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again