Grace

There's the Moon asking to stay
Long enough for the clouds to fly me away
Well, it's my time coming, I'm not afraid, afraid to die
My fading voice sings of love
But she cries to the clicking of time
Oh, time

Wait in the fire
And she weeps on my arm
Walking to the bright lights in sorrow
Oh, drink a bit of wine, we both might go tomorrow
Oh, my love

And the rain is falling and I believe
My time has come
It reminds me of the pain
I might leave, leave behind

Wait in the fire
(It reminds me of the pain
I might leave, leave behind)
And I feel them drown my name
So easy to know and forget with this kiss
I'm not afraid to go, but it goes so slow

Wait in the fire