(j. buckley/g. lucas)



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,

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

And it reminds me of the pain i might 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, baby it's all because of you

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

Wait in the fire, wait in the fire

Wait in the fire...



...don't you take it away from me


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