Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
She had four white stallions coming up around the bend
Four strong angels at her command to send
Four more seasons, for all that's broken to mendI got four good reasons why I can't go back there againShe 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 sureGod how I hate myself for still wanting herTell me it's nicer dreaming, visions soft and sure
No way to find there's nothing left to me and her
Nothing more but a heart still at warShe had four white stallions coming up around the bend
Four strong angels already sent
Four more seasons for all that's broken to mendShe had four more seasons wrong, broken to mend
And I got four good reasons why I can't go back there again