| 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, | |
| Oh, 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 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... |