Paroles: Counting Crows. Four White Stallions.

(by Patrick Winningham)

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 cant go back there again..
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again