Counting Crows - 4 white stallions - live from amsterdam lyrics

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 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 who's hand is demure Got a mind like a saber Razor sharp and sure God how I hate myself for still wanting her Tell 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 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