I remember playing this song on end, laying on my bed(that was on the floor, because I had just done my room, and it smelled of paint and inscense) and just wishing with all of my heart that someone would just...I dunno. And I put on the movie Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars: The Motion Picture, and I was laying there with Chuck, and I realized...it has come full circle. I got my wish. My Death My death waits like an old roué So confident I'll go his way Whistle to him 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 As surely as our love is bright Let's not think about the passing time 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 you My death waits like a beggar blind Who sees the world through an unlit mind Throw him a dime for the passing time My death waits there between your thighs Your cool fingers will close my eyes Let's not think of that and the passing time My death waits to allow my friends A few good times before it ends So let's drink to that and the passing time 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 you My death waits there among the leaves In magicians' mysterious sleeves Rabbits and dogs and the passing time My death waits there among the flowers Where the blackest shadow, blackest shadow cowers Let's pick lilacs for the passing time My death waits there in a double bed Sails of oblivion at my head So pull up the sheets against the passing time