My Death

My death waits like an old drouin (?) ) So confident I'll go his way Whistle to him and the passing time My death waits like a Bible truth at the funeral of my youth oh we drank for that and the passing time My death waits like a witched night as surely as our love is bright 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 the world through a ? mind throw him a dime for the passing time My death waits there between your thighs Your cold fingers will close my eyes Let's think of that 0 And the passing time My death waits to allow my friend a few good times before it ends so let's drink to that and 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 there among the leaves in magicians mysterious sleeves rabbits and dogs and the passing time My death waits there among the flowers where the blackest shadow cowers(?) Let's pick lilacs for the passing time My death waits there in a double bed sails of oblivion at my head so pull up your seats 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