G She had four white stallions coming around the bend Em Four strong angels at her command ascend C G Four more seasons for all that's broken to mend D Am I got four good reasons why I can't go back G 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 saber, razor sharp and sure And God, how I hate myself for still wanting her Em C7 Damn these nights of dreaming vision soft and sure Em Now I'll wait to find there's nothing left of C me and her Am G 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 She had four more seasons for all that's broken to mend D C I got four more seasons for all that's broken G to mend | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C C7 D Em G |