Текст песни 4 White Stallions (Live At Heineken Music Hall/2003) - Counting Crows

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.
And 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, whose 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 of dreaming, visions soft and sure,
Now I wake 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 go four good reasons why I,
Can't go back there again.
And I go four more seasons for all,
That's broken to mend.