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 whose hand is demure got a mind like a saber razor sharp and sure and god how i hate myself for still wanting her damn these nights of dreaming visions soft and sure now i awake 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