4 White Stallions (Live from Amsterdam)

She had four white stallions coming up around the bend

Four strong angels at her command to send

Four more seasons, for all that's broken to mend

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 saber

Razor sharp and sure

God how I hate myself for still wanting her

Tell me it's nicer dreaming, visions soft and sure

No way to find there's 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 that's broken to mend