Four White Stallions — текст песни (Counting crows)

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 whos 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...