There's the moon asking to stay
Long enough for the clouds to fly me away
Though it's my [bad word] 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
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 [bad word] It reminds me of the pain I might leave, leave behind

Wait in the fire
The fire

Oooohhh...

It remind me of the pain [echoing]
I might leave, leave behind yeah

And I feel them drown my name
So easy to know and forget with this kiss
But I'm not afraid to go
But it goes so slow

Wait in the fire
Aaaaahhhh...

Wait in the fire