My Death Lyrics - Scott - Scott Walker

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 bible truth 

At the funeral of my youth 

Weep loud for that 

And the passing time 

My death waits like 

A witch at night 

And surely as our love is bright 

Let's laugh for us 

And the passing time 

But whatever is 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 with an unlit mind 

Throw him a dime 

For 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 cool fingers will close my eyes 

Let's not talk about 

The passing time 

But whatever is 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 

Among the falling leaves 

In magicians, mysterious sleeves 

Rabbits, dogs 

And the passing times 

My death waits 

Among the flowers 

Where the blackish shadow cowers 

Let's pick lilacs 

For the passing time 

My death waits in 

A double bed 

Sails of oblivion at my head 

Pull up the sheets 

Against the passing time 

But whatever is 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