Jeff Buckley - Grace lyrics

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, wait in the fire Wait in the fire, 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, wait in the fire Wait in the fire, wait in the fire