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 crack 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 ‘Til 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 May your shade be sweet 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…