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, 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
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, wait in the fire, oh oh yea oh oh oh yeah unh Wait, wait, wait in the fire, wait in the fire Wait in the fire, wait ah uh unh ah
Grace - Jeff Buckley
