Текст песни My Death - Miles Kane

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
Oh, let's laugh for us, and the passing time

But whatever is behind the door
There's 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 talk about the passing time

But whatever is behind the door
There's nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door, there is you

My death waits among the fallen leaves
In magicians' mysterious sleeves
Rabbits, dogs, and the passing time

My death waits among the flowers
Where the blackest shadow cowers
Oh, let's pick lilacs, for the passing time

My death waits in a double bed
Sails of oblivion at my head
Pull up the sheets against the passing time

But whatever is behind the door
There's nothing much to do
Angel or devil, I don't care
For in front of that door, there is you