Counting Crows - Four White Stallions lyrics

She had four white stallions coming up around the bend Four strong angels at her command to send Four more seasons, for all thats broken to mend I got four good reasons why i cant 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 sabre Razor sharp and sure God how i hate myself for still wanting her Tell me its nicer dreaming, visions soft and sure No way to find theres 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 thats broken to mend...