Текст песни David Bowie - My Death
David Bowie - My Death слова песни
My death waits like an old rouSo confident I`ll go his wayWhistle to him and the passing timeMy death waits like a bible truthAt the funeral of my youthWeep loud for that and the passing timeMy death waits like a witch at nightAs surely as our love is brightLet`s not think about the passing timeCHORUS But what ever 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 youMy death waits like a beggar blindWho sees the world through an unlit mindThrow him a dime for the passing timeMy death waits there between your thighsYour cool fingers will close my eyesLet`s not think of that and the passing timeMy death waits to allow my friendsA few good times before it endsSo let`s drink to that and the passing timeCHORUSMy death waits there among the leavesIn magicians` mysterious sleevesRabbits and dogs and the passing timeMy death waits there among the flowersWhere the blackest shadow, blackest shadow cowersLet`s pick lilacs for the passing timeMy death waits there in a double bedSails of oblivion at my headSo pull up the sheets against the passing timeCHORUS