Counting Crows - 4 White stallions текст песни

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