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 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

I'm not afraid to go, but it goes so slow