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, waiting to burn
Wait in the fire, waiting to burn

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 behind

Wait in the fire, waiting to burn
Wait in the fire, waiting to burn

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

Waiting to burn
Waiting to burn
Waiting to burn
Waiting to burn
Waiting to burn
Waiting to burn
(Wait in the fire)
(Wait in the fire)