Grace (Live at Palais Theatre, Melbourne, Australia - Feb 1996)

There's the 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

But she cries to the clicking of time

Of time

Wait in the fire

Wait in the fire

Wait in the fire

Wait in the fire

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

Wait in the fire

Wait in the fire

Wait in the fire

Fire

It reminds me of the pain I might leave

Leave behind

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, ohh

Wait in the fire

Wait in the fire

Wait in the fire

Wait in the fire

Wa-wa-wait in the fire...