My death waits like a swinging door
A patient girl who knows the score
Whistle for her and the passing time
My death waits like a Bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
Weep loud for that and the passing time
My death waits like a witched night
As surely as our love is bright
Let's laugh for us and the passing time
But whatever is behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of the door, there is you
My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees the world with an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for the passing time
My death waits to allow my friends
a few good times before it ends,
let's drink to that and the passing time.
My death waits in your arms,
your thighs,
your cruel fingers
will close my eyes,
let's not talk about the passing time
But whatever is behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of the door, there is you
My death waits among falling leaves
In magicians' mysterious sleeves
Rabbits, doves, and the passing time
My death waits there,
among the flowers
Where that blackest shadow cowers
Let's pick lilacs for the passing time
My death waits in
a double bed
Sails of ob livion at my head
Pull up the sheets against
the passing time
But whatever is behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of the door,
there is you
You