Grace Lyrics - Grace - Jeff Buckley

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