My Death Lyrics - Marc Almond

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 desperate truth 

At the funeral of my youth 

We pray for that 

And the passing time 

My death waits like a witch at night 

As surely as all love is bright 

Who loves for us 

Amd the passing time 

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But whatever is behind the door 

You know, there's nothing left to do 

Angel or devil, Idon't care 

For in front of that door 

There is you 

My death waits beneath my pillow 

To catch my sleep in endless tableau 

So lets freeze 

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 soothing fingers will 

Close my eyes 

But let's not talk about 

The passing time 

Photos 

But whatever is behind the door 

And whoever waits for me 

Angel or devil 

I don't care 

For in front of that door 

You will be 

My death waits among the fallen leaves 

At my coffin where they greive 

And now lets nail the passing time 

My death waits among the rows 

Where the blackest shadow goes 

Let's cast blooms upon the passing time 

My death waits in a double bed 

Sands of oblivion at my head 

Pull up the sheets against 

The passing time 

But whatever is behind the door 

You know there's nothing much to do 

Angel or devil 

I dont care 

For in front of that door 

There is you