My Death - Scott Walker . 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 I 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编辑于2008/05/24更新