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....