My Death

My death waits like an old roué So confident I'll go his way Whistle to him and the pa*sing time My death waits like a bible truth At the funeral of my youth Weep loud for that and the pa*sing time My death waits like a witch at night As surely as our love is bright Let's not think about the pa*sing time CHORUS But what ever 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 pa*sing time My death waits there between your thighs Your cool fingers will close my eyes Let's not think of that and the pa*sing time My death waits to allow my friends A few good times before it ends So let's drink to that and the pa*sing time CHORUS My death waits there among the leaves In magicians' mysterious sleeves Rabbits and dogs and the pa*sing time My death waits there among the flowers Where the blackest shadow, blackest shadow cowers Let's pick lilacs for the pa*sing time My death waits there in a double bed Sails of oblivion at my head So pull up the sheets against the pa*sing time CHORUS