Angel or devil, I don't care
But whatever lies behind the door
My death waits like a Bible truth
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
Throw him a dime for the passing time
Angel or devil, I don't care
But whatever lies behind the door
For in front of that door there is you
My death waits there in a double bed
So pull up your sheets against the passing time
Angel or devil, I don't care
Who sees the world through an unlit mind
Let's think of that and the passing time
Let's pick lilacs for the passing time
My death waits like a beggar blind
My death waits there among the flowers
For in front of that door there is you
So let's think of that and the passing time
A few good times before it ends
Where the blackest shadows, blackest shadows cowers
Are we proud for that and the passing time?
My death waits there among the leaves
My death waits to allow my friends
My death waits like a witch at night
Let's not think about the passing time
At the funeral of my youth
As surely as our love is right
For whatever lies behind the door
In magician's mysterious sleeves
Sails of oblivion and my head
My death waits there between your thighs
Rabbits and dogs and the passing time
There is nothing much to do
Whistle to him and the passing time
There is nothing much to do
There is nothing much to do
