My Death Lyrics

My Death - Scott Walker

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My death is like

a swinging door

a patient girl who knows the score

whistle for her

and the passing time

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My death waits like

a bible truth

at the funeral of my youth

weep loud for that

and the passing time

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My death waits like

a witch at night

and surely as our love is bright

let's laugh for us

and the passing time

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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

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My death waits like

a beggar blind

who sees the world with an unlit mind

throw him a dime

for the passing time

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My death waits

to allow my friends

a few good times before it ends

let's drink to that

and the passing time

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My death waits in

your arms, your thighs

your cool fingers will close my eyes

let's not talk about

the passing time

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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

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My death waits

among the falling leaves

in magicians, mysterious sleeves

rabbits, dogs

and the passing times

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My death waits

among the flowers

where the blackish shadow cowers

let's pick lilacs

for the passing time

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My death waits in

a double bed

sails of oblivion at my head

pull up the sheets

against the passing time

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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

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