Marc Almond - My Death lyrics
[Marc Almond - My Death lyrics]
My death is like a swinging door
A patient girl who knows the score
Whistle for her and the passing time
My death wait's like a desperate truth
At the funeral of my youth we pray for that
And the passing time
My death wait's 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 wait's beneath my pillow
To catch my sleep in endless tableau
So lets freeze the passing time
My death wait's to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
Let's drink to that and the passing time
My death wait's 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 wait's for me angel or devil
I don't care for in front of that door
You will be
My death wait's among the fallen leaves
At my coffin where they greive
And now lets nail the passing time
My death wait's among the rows
Where the blackest shadow goes
Let's cast blooms upon the passing time
My death wait's 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 don't care
For in front of that door there is you
A patient girl who knows the score
Whistle for her and the passing time
My death wait's like a desperate truth
At the funeral of my youth we pray for that
And the passing time
My death wait's 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 wait's beneath my pillow
To catch my sleep in endless tableau
So lets freeze the passing time
My death wait's to allow my friends
A few good times before it ends
Let's drink to that and the passing time
My death wait's 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 wait's for me angel or devil
I don't care for in front of that door
You will be
My death wait's among the fallen leaves
At my coffin where they greive
And now lets nail the passing time
My death wait's among the rows
Where the blackest shadow goes
Let's cast blooms upon the passing time
My death wait's 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 don't care
For in front of that door there is you