My Death

My death is 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 witch at night 
And 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 that 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 cool 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 that door 
There is you 

My death waits 
Among the falling leaves 
In magicians, mysterious sleeves 
Rabbits, dogs 
And the passing times 

My death waits 
Among the flowers 
Where the blackish shadow cowers 
Let's pick lilacs 
For the passing time 

My death waits in 
A double bed 
Sails of oblivion 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 that door 
There is you