Jeff Buckley - Grace

There's the moon asking to stay 
Long enough for the clouds to fly me away 
Though 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,
Of 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 
But I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow 


Wait in the fire...