Grace
Gary Lucas / Jeff Buckley
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 to die
My fading voice sings of love
But she cries to the clicking of time
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
It reminds me of the pain
I might leave
Leave behind
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 go, but it goes so slow