"I came by this honestly
Hidden with the naked eye
Hoping all along I'll never miss
But then I might
Holding on to the feeling you know
flight is waiting for you Waiting for you
Burning candles in my hands
Holding vigil from your grave
Pulling planets from the sand
Out of honey you might rise
I thought of this
That water swallows and
it lays and sighs
The pillows dream
And Autumn kills herself to feel revived
Round and round Falling, Circles
The soft ground is waiting for you
Waiting for you
Burning candles in my hands
Holding vigil in your grave
Pulling planets from the sand
Out of honey you might rise
Burning candles in my hands
Holding vigil from your grave
Pulling planets from the sand
Out of honey you might rise"

Chris Cornell - Heart Of Honey