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       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       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