My death is like a swinging door, a patient girl who knows the score
Oh, whistle for her and the passing time
My death is like a [incomprehensible] truth at the funeral of my youth
Let's laugh at that and the passing timeMy death is like a witch at night, as surely as all love is blind
Let's not talk about
But whatever is behind the door and there's nothing left to do
An angel or devil, I don't care for in front of that door, there is -youMy death is like a beggar blind, I'll see the world with an unlit mind
Throw me a dime for the passing time
My death comes to allow my friends a few good times, before it ends
Let's drink to that and the passing timeMy death is in your arms, your thighs
Your cold fingers will close my eyes, let's not talk about
But whatever is behind the door and there's nothing left to do
Whether angel or devil, I don't care, for in front of that door, there is youMy death is all among the fallen leaves
And magician's mysterious leaves, rabbits and dogs
When the passing timeMy death hides all among the flowers
Where the darkest shadow cowers
Let's pick lilacs for the passing timeMy death is in a double bed
Shades of oblivion run through my head, pull up the sheets
But whatever is behind the door and there's nothing left to do
An angel or devil, I don't care for in front of that door, there is you