Counting Crows 4 White Stallions (live)

She had four white stallions
Coming around the bend
Four strong angels
At her command to send
Four more seasons
For all that's broken to mend
And 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
I got four good reasons
Why I cant go back there again
Yeah, I got four good reasons
Why I can¹t go back there again
I got four more seasons
For all thats broken to mend
Written by Patrick Winningham