Scott Walker My Death

Originally from the album, Scott, but, it also appears on the 1981 compilation, Scott Walketr Sings Jacques Brel 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 talk about t