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 desperate truth

At the funeral of my youth

We pray for that

And the passing time



My death waits like a witch at night

As surely as all love is bright

Who loves for us

Amd the passing time



But whatever is behind the door

You knowthere's nothing left to do

Angel or devilidon't care

For in front of that door

There is you



My death waits beneath my pillow

To catch my sleep in endless tableau

So lets freeze

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 soothing fingers will

Close my eyes

But let's not talk about

The passing time



But whatever is behind the door

And whoever waits for me

Angel or devil

I don't care

For in front of that door

You will be



My death waits among the fallen leaves

At my coffin where they greive

And now lets nail the passing time



My death waits among the rows

Where the blackest shadow goes

Let's cast blooms upon the passing time



My death waits in a double bed

Sands of oblivion at my head

Pull up the sheets against

The passing time



But whatever is behind the door

You know there's nothing much to do

Angel or devil

I don't care

For in front of that door

There is you