Текст песни David Bowie - My Death

My death

My death waits like an old roue`
so confident, I`ll go his way
whistle to him and the passing time...

My death waits like a bible truth
at the funeral of my youth
we drank for that - the passing time..

My death waits like a witch at night
as surely as our love is bright
let`s not think of that or the passing time

But whatever lies 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 like a beggar blind
who sees the world through 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 not think about that the passing time..

My death waits there, between your thighs,
your cool fingers will close my eyes,
let`s not think about that and the passing time.

For whatever lies 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 there among the leaves
in magicians mysterious sleeves,
rabbits and dogs, and the passing time...

My death waits there, among the flowers
where the blackest shadows cowers
so let`s pick lilacs the passing time..

My death waits there, in a double bed
sails of oblivion at my head
let`s not think aboutthe passing time.

But whatever lies 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.