Grace (Live)

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...

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...