Tom: F
Introdução: Em
Em7
Em6
Em
Em7
Em6
My death waits like
Em
Em7
an old roué
Em6
So confident
Em
I'll go his way
Em7
Em6
Whistle to him
D
D4
D
and the passing time
G
A
My death waits like
G
C
a Bible truth
F
Am
Am/G
at the funeral of my youth
F
oh we drank for that
G
and the passing time
G#m
F#
My death waits like
G#m
a witched night
F#
G#m
as surely as our love is bright
F#
B
let's not think about the passing time
Em
D
C
But whatever lies behind the door
B
there is nothing much to do
Em
D
C
Angel or Devil I don't care
Am
B
For in front of that door there is you
Bb
C#
Gm
Gm
My death waits like
a beggar blind
F
throw him a dime for the passing time
Bb
C#
Bb
My death waits there between your thighs
G#
Cm
Your cold fingers will close my eyes
G#
Let's think of that
Bb
And the passing time
Bm
A
My death waits
Bm
to allow my friend
A
a few good times
Bm
before it ends
A
so let's drink to that
F#
and the passing time
G
F
Eb
but whatever lies behind the door
D
G
there is nothing much to do
F
Eb
Angel or Devil I don't care
for in front of that door
D
there is you
Gm
My death waits there
among the leaves
F
and the passing time
Bb
C#
My death waits there
Bb
among the flowers
G#
C#m
where the blackest shadow cowers
G#
Bb
Let's pick lilacs for the passing time
Bm
A
My death waits there
Bm
in a double bed
A
sails of oblivion
Bm
at my head
A
so pull up your seats against
F#
the passing time
Gm
F
Eb
But whatever lies behind the door
D
Gm
there is nothing much to do
F
Angel or Devil
Eb
I don't care
for in front of that door, there is...