My Death Lyrics - The Paper Chase

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 time 

My 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 -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 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 you 

My death is all among the fallen leaves 

And magician's mysterious leaves, rabbits and dogs 

When the passing time 

My death hides all among the flowers 

Where the darkest shadow cowers 

Let's pick lilacs for the passing time 

My 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