My death
My death waits like an old rouéSo confident, I'll go his wayWhistle to him and the passing time
My death waits like a Bible truthAt the funeral of my youth.Oh, weep loud for that and the passing time
My death waits like a witch at nightAs surely as our love is brightLet's not think about the passing time
But whatever lies behind the doorThere is nothing much to doAngel or devil, I don't careFor in front of that door - there is you.
My death waits like a beggar blindWho sees the world through an unlit mindThrow him a dime for the passing time
My death waits there between your thighsYour cool fingers will close my eyesLet's think of that and the passing time
My death waits to allow my friendsA few good times before it endsSo let's drink to that and the passing time
But whatever lies behind the doorThere is nothing much to doAngel or devil, I don't careFor in front of that door - there is you
My death waits there among the leavesIn magician's mysterious sleevesRabbits and dogs and the passing time
My death waits there among the flowersWhere the blackest shadow, blackest shadow cowersLet's pick lilacs for the passing time
My death waits there in a double bedSails of oblivion at my headSo pull up your sheets against the passing time
But whatever lies behind the doorThere is nothing much to doAngel or devil, I don't careFor in front of that door there is...
Thank You