PunBB

there's the moon asking to stay
long enough for the clouds to fly away
well, it's my time coming, i'm not afraid to die

my fading voice sings of love but she still cries to the clicking of time
oh, time, wait in the fore...

and she weeps on my arm
walking to the bright lights of 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 his kiss
i'm not afrain to go but it goes so slow

---- Jeff Buckley