Four White Stallions
She had four white stallions coming up around the bendFour strong angels at her command to sendFour more seasons, for all that's broken to mend
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pureCarved by an artist who’s hand is demureGot a mind like a saberRazor sharp and sure
God how I hate myself for still wanting her
Tell me it's nicer dreaming, visions soft and sureNo way to find there's nothing left to me and herNothing more but a heart still at war
She had four white stallions coming up around the bendFour strong angels already sentFour more seasons for all that's broken to mend…