My Death

G
Em (x15)

This is umm... This is called a quiet song.
Shh.
This is something that we used to do a long, long, long, long time ago, and we thought,
as this is the last show, we'd like to do it tonight.

[Instrumental]
Em     Em7   Em6     Cmaj7 (x2)

Be quiet...

[Intro]
Em     Em7   Em6     Cmaj7 (x2)
 Thank you.

[Verse]
Em     Em7             Em6
    My death waits like
Cmaj7      Em   Em7
    an old roué
   Em6        Cmaj7       Em
So confident; I'll go his way
Em7        Em6  Cmaj7
Whistle to him
        D
And the passing time
G                A               G
My death waits like a bible truth
       F             Am    Am/G
At the funeral of my youth
       F                      G
Are we proud for that and the passing time
Abm                Gb          Abm
My death waits like a witch at night
   Gb                       Abm
As surely as our love is bright
          Gb              B
Let's not think about the passing time

[Chorus]
Em                D
But whatever lies behind the door
C        C/B             B
There is nothing much to do
Em             D
Angel or devil, I don't care
C                C/B       Am  Am/G
For, in front of that door
         B
There is you

[Hook]
Bb C

[Verse]
Gm
My death waits like a beggar blind
Gm
Who sees the world through an unlit mind
Gm                       F
Throw him a dime for the passing time
Bb             C                     Bb
My death waits there between your thighs
     Ab                          Cm
Your cool fingers will close my eyes
      Ab                     Bb
Let's think of that, and the passing time
Bm            A                    Bm
My death waits to allow my friends
  A                         Bm
A few good times before it ends
         A                      Gb
So let's drink to that, and the passing time

[Chorus]
Gm                F
But what ever lies behind the door
Eb                       D
There is nothing much to do
Gm              F
Angel or devil, I don't care
Eb
For, in front of that door
           D
There is you

[Verse]
Gm
My death waits there, among the leaves
Gm
In magician's mysterious sleeves
Gm                       F
Rabbits and dogs and the passing time
Bb             C                 Bb
My death waits there among the flowers
          Ab
Where the blackest shadow
                Cm
Blackest shadow cowers
              Ab             Bb
So let's pick lilacs for the passing time
Bm             A                  Bm
My death waits there, in a double bed
         A              Bm
Sails of oblivion at my head
                      A           Gb
So pull up your seats against the passing time

[Chorus]
Gm                F
But what ever lies behind the door
Eb                       D
There is nothing much to do
Gm              F
Angel or devil, I don't care
Eb
For, in front of that door
There is...