Four strong angels at her command to send
  Four more seasons, for all thats broken to mend
  
  I got four good reasons why I cant 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 imnd 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...