Jeff Buckley - Grace
There's the moon asking to stayLong enough for the clouds to fly me awayWell it's my time coming, I'm not afraid, afraid to dieMy fading voice sings of love,But she cries to the clicking of time, oh, time.Wait in the fire, wait in the fireWait in the fire, wait in the fireAnd she weeps on my armWalking to the bright lights in sorrowOh drink a bit of wine we both might go tomorrowOh my loveAnd the rain is falling and I believe my time has comeIt reminds me of the pain I might leave, leave behind,Wait in the fire, wait in the fireWait in the fire, wait in the fireAnd I feel them drawn my nameSo easy to know and forget with this kissI'm not afraid to go but it goes so slowWait in the fire, wait in the fire, oh...
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