I could look in your face

For a thousand years

It's like a civil war

Of pain and of cheer


But if you was a horse

I could help you with your chains

I could ride you through the fields

By your fiery mane


May your shade be sweet

And float upon the lakes

Where the sun will be 

Made of honey


I grab diamonds, write you a poem

'Cause no one here can save you 

She's returning to the Earth

But one day she'll be silver


Stars are dying in my chest

Till I see you again

She was born with the wings of a hawk

Where she combs her hair with blood


May your shade be sweet

And float upon the lakes

Where the sun will be 

Made of honey


May your shade be sweet

And float upon the lakes 

Where the sun will be 

Made of honey


May your shade be sweet 

May your shade be sweet

And float upon the lakes...


May your shade be sweet