My Death

アーティストScott Walker
作詞Jacques Bret, Mort Shuman
作曲Jacques Bret, Mort Shuman
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 bible truth
At the funeral of my youth weep loud for that

And the passing time, my death waits like
A witch at night and surely as our love is bright
Let's laugh for us and the passing time

But whatever is behind the door
There is nothing much to do
Angel or devil, 1 don't care
For in front of that door, there is you

My death waits like a beggar blind
Who sees the world with an unlit mind
Throw him a dime for 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 cool fingers will close my eyes
Let's not talk about the passing time

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

My death waits among the failing leaves
In magicians' mysterious sleeves
Rabbits, dogs, and the passing times

My death waits among the flowers
Where the blackish shadow cowers
Let's pick lilacs for the passing time

My death waits in a double bed
Sails 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 don't care
For in front of that door, there is you

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