Four White Stallions Songtext
von Counting Crows

She had four white stallions coming around the bend
Four strong angels at her command descend
Four more seasons for all that′s broken to mend

I got four more 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 I like a saber razor sharp and sure


God how I hate myself
For still wanting her

Damn these nights are dreaming, visions soft and sure
'Cause I wake to find there's nothing left of me in her
Nothing more than a heart still at war

She had four white stallions coming around the bend
Four strong angels already sinned
I got four good reasons for all that′s broken to mend

I got four more seasons for all that′s broken to mend
I got four more reasons why I can't go back there again
I got four good reasons why I can′t go back there again