Jeff Buckley - Grace (BBC Late Show, London, 1/17/95)

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


Wait in the fire, 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, 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
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


Wait in the fire, 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, 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

Jeff Buckley