The moon's asking to stay
long enough for the clouds to fly me away
It's my time coming, and I'm not afraid, afraid to die. . .
My fading voice sings of love, but she cries to the clicking of time,
Oh, time. . .
Wait in the fire. . .
And she weeps on my arm
walking to the bright lights and 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 behind. . .
Wait in the fire. . .
And I feel them drown my name
so easy to love and forget with this kiss
I'm not afraid to go, but it goes so slow. . .
Wait in the fire. . .