Counting Crows 4 White Stallions
She had four white stallions coming around the bend, four strong angels at her command to send, four more seasons for ALL THAT’S BROKEN TO MEND.
An’ I got FOUR GOOD 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 like a sabre, RAZOR SHARP AND SURE.
And, GOD, HOW I HATE MYSELF FOR STILL WANTING HER.
Damn these nights a-dreaming visions soft and sure. Now I’ll wait to find, there’s nothing left of me and her, nothing more than 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 THAT’S BROKEN TO MEND.
I got FOUR GOOD REASONS WHY I CAN’T GO BACK THERE AGAIN.
Yeah, I got FOUR GOOD REASONS WHY I CAN’T GO BACK THERE AGAIN.
I got four more seasons for all that’s broken to mend.
