Four White Stallions Paroles

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

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...