There's the moon asking to stay 
 Long enough for the clouds to fly me away 
 Though 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... 
 
 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 
 But I'm not afraid to go but it goes so slow 
 
 Wait in the fire...