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’ll cry diamonds while you burn   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   until i see you again   she was born with the wings of a hawk   but now 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   i know the sun could be made of honey      may your shade be sweet   may your shade be sweet   and float upon the lakes   may your shade be sweet