4 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
Whose 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