Grace
There's the moon asking to stayLong enough for the clouds to fly me awayWell it's my time coming, I'm not afraid to die
My fading voice sings of love,But she cries to the clicking of timeOf time
Wait in the fire...
And she weeps on my armWalking to the bright lights in sorrowOh drink a bit of wine, we both might go tomorrowOh my love
And the rain is falling and I believeMy time has comeIt reminds me of the painI might leaveLeave behind
Wait in the fire...
And I feel them drown my nameSo easy to know and forget with this kissI'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow
Wait in the fire...