Текст песни Marc Almond - My Death
Marc Almond - My Death слова песни
My death is like a swinging doorA patient girl who knows the scoreWhistle for herAnd the passing timeMy death waits like a desperate truthAt the funeral of my youthWe pray for thatAnd the passing timeMy death waits like a witch at nightAs surely as all love is brightWho loves for usAmd the passing timeBut whatever is behind the doorYou know, there`s nothing left to doAngel or devil, Idon`t careFor in front of that doorThere is youMy death waits beneath my pillowTo catch my sleep in endless tableauSo lets freezeThe passing timeMy death waits to allow my friendsA few good times before it endsLet`s drink to thatAnd the passing timeMy death waits in your armsYour thighsYour soothing fingers willClose my eyesBut let`s not talk aboutThe passing timeBut whatever is behind the doorAnd whoever waits for meAngel or devilI don`t careFor in front of that doorYou will beMy death waits among the fallen leavesAt my coffin where they greiveAnd now lets nail the passing timeMy death waits among the rowsWhere the blackest shadow goesLet`s cast blooms upon the passing timeMy death waits in a double bedSands of oblivion at my headPull up the sheets againstThe passing timeBut whatever is behind the doorYou know there`s nothing much to doAngel or devilI dont careFor in front of that doorThere is you