Grace

There's a moon asking to stay

Long enough for the clouds to fly me away

Oh, it's my time coming, I'm not afraid

Afraid to die

My fading voice sings

Of love, love, love, love

But she cries to the clicking

Of time, of time

Waiting in the bar, waiting in the bar

Waiting in the bar, waiting in the bar

And she whips on my arm, walking through the bright lights and sorrow, oh drink a bit of

When 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

And I live

Let me hide

Oh yeah

Wait in the fire

Wait in the fire

Wait in the fire

Wait in the fire

Ah, ah

to go, but it goes so slow