My Death - Live; 2003 Remastered Version
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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
We drank for that - and the passing time...
My death waits like a witch at night
As surely as our love is bright
Let's not think of that or 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 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 not think about the passing time
My death waits there between your thighs
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Let's not think about the passing time...
But what ever 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 magician's 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
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...me
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