My Death Lyrics

My death waits like an old roue' So confident, I'll go his way Whistle to him and the passing time
My death waits like a Bible truth At the funeral of my youth Are we proud for that and the passing time?
My death waits like a witch at night As surely as our love is right Let's not think about the passing time
But whatever lies behind the door There is nothing much to do Angel or devil, I don't care For in front of that door there is you
My death waits like a beggar blind Who sees the world through an unlit mind Throw him a dime for the passing time
My death waits there between your thighs Your cool fingers will close my eyes Let's think of that and the passing time
My death waits to allow my friends A few good times before it ends So let's think of that and the passing time
For whatever lies behind the door There is nothing much to do Angel or devil, I don't care For in front of that door there is you
My death waits there among the leaves In magician's mysterious sleeves Rabbits and dogs and the passing time
My death waits there among the flowers Where the blackest shadows, blackest shadows cowers Let's pick lilacs for the passing time
My death waits there in a double bed Sails of oblivion and my head So pull up your sheets against the passing time
But whatever lies behind the door There is nothing much to do Angel or devil, I don't care For in front of that door there is, Thank You