Death Death is a nighttime gondola ride You have to take You can't turn around To see the face of the gondolier You know only that He wears white and black And won't speak to you You're in a part of the city where No one lives The water is green and soft You trail your hand in it Indistinguishable from air The only sound is the lapping of the water And the dip of the dripping oar The coin with which you'll pay him Is in your mouth A lozenge that won't melt You're not to touch it When you get to wherever it is He is taking you You're to give it to him With the coldest kiss
Death
Death
Death
Death Death is a nighttime gondola ride You have to take You can't turn around To see the face of the gondolier You know only that He wears white and black And won't speak to you You're in a part of the city where No one lives The water is green and soft You trail your hand in it Indistinguishable from air The only sound is the lapping of the water And the dip of the dripping oar The coin with which you'll pay him Is in your mouth A lozenge that won't melt You're not to touch it When you get to wherever it is He is taking you You're to give it to him With the coldest kiss