Из альбома: Grace
There's the moon asking to stay
long enough for the clouds to fly me away
well it's my coming, I'm noy 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 light in sorrow
oh drink a bit of wine
we both might go tomorrow
oh my love...
and the rain is falling
and believe my time has come
it reminds me of the pain I might leave behind...
wait in the fire
wait in the fire
wait in the fire
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 die but it goes so slow...
wait in the fire
wait in the fire
wait in the fire
wait in the fire...