My death is like a swinging door
A patient girl who knows the score
Whistle for her
And the passing time

My death is like a bible truth
At the funeral of my youth
Let's laugh for that
And the passing time

My death is like a witch at night
As surely as our love is bright
Let's not talk about...

But whatever is behind the door
There's nothing left to do
An angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door
There is you

My 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 time
My death is in your arms, your thighs
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Let's not talk about...

But whatever is behind the door
There's nothing left to do
An angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door
There is you

My death is among the leaves
In magicians' mysterious sleeves
Rabbits and dogs
And the passing time

My death hides among the flowers
Where the darkest shadow cowers
Let's pick lilacs
For the passing time

My death is in a double bed
Sails of oblivion run through my head
Pull up the sheets

But whatever is behind the door
There's nothing left to do
An angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door
There is you