My death waits like
an old roué
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
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
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
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...
