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