My death waits like
an old roue'
So confident,
I'll go his way
Whistle to him
and the passing time
My death waits there
like the 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 this world
through an unlit mind
Throw him a dime
for the passing time
My death waits there
to allow my friends
A few good times
before it ends
Yeah, let's drink to that
and the passing time
My death waits there
between your thighs
Your cool fingers
will close my eyes
Oh, Let's not think about
the passing time
For whatever lies
behind the door
There is nothing we can 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 cowers
We'll pick lilacs for
this passing time
My death waits there
in our double bed
Sails of oblivion
and my head
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... you...
